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NEW   AND    ENLARGED    EDITION. 


New-York  : 

A.     D.     F.     RANDOLPH    &    CO., 

770   BROADWAY. 

1869. 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2012  with  funding  from 

Princeton  Theological  Seminary  Library 


http://archive.org/details/landoflOOnewy 


A  few  of  the  following  poeni3  may  be  conrid- 
ered  a3  rather  imitations  than  translations,  al- 
though the  ideas  and  structure  are  too  much  bor- 
rowed to  allow  them  to  be  called  original.  It  is 
hoped  this  small  Selection  may  give  pleasure  to 
some  who  are  not  acquainted  with  the  German 
language,  and  lead  others  to  explore  farther  for 
themselves  its  treasures  of  devotional  poetry 

Edixbtjegh,  December,  1803. 


CONTENTS. 


A  gentle  Angel  walketh  throughout  a  world  of 

woe, ^.  71 

Ah !  grieve  not  so,  nor  so  lament, 41 

Ah !  this  heart  is  void  and  chill, T8 

All  things  are  yours  !    Oh  !  sweet  message  of 

mercy  divine  ! 61 

Arise  !  ye  lingering  saints  arise  ! 25 

Be  still,  my  soul ! — the  Lord  is  on  thy  side, 84 

Behold  me  here,  in  grief  draw  near, 33 

Come,  brothers,  let  us  onward, 43 

Come  forth  !  come  on,  with  solemn  song ! . . . .  108 
Darkness  reigns— the  hum  of  life's   commo- 
tion,   20 

Depart,  my  child !  the  Lord  thy  spirit  calls, . .  23 

Flow,  my  tears,  flow  still  faster, 92 

God  calling  yet !— and  shall  I  never  hearken,  100 

Here  is  my  heart !  my  God,  I  give  it  Thee,. . .  10 

Ho  w  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sin, , .  54 


6  CONTENTS. 

How  weary  and  how  worthless  this  life  at 

times  appears ! 85 

I  have  had  my  days  of  blessing, 102 

I  journey  forth  rejoicing, 59 

I  rest  with  Thee,  Lord !  whither  should  I  go  ?  103 

I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  treasure  ! 67 

If  only  He  is  mine, 96 

Jesus,  still  lead  on, 22 

Jesus,  Sun  of  Righteousness, 74 

Jesus !  what  was  that  which  drew  Thee, 79 

41  Jesus'  hour  is  not  yet  come," 88 

Lord,  the  waves  are  breaking  o'er  me  and 

around, 56 

Meet  again  !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again, 95 

My  Father  is  the  mighty  Lord, 45 

My  God  with  me  in  every  place, 27 

My  God  !  I  know  that  I  must  die, 34 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 47 

Never  couldst  thou  bear  to  grieve  us, 39 

0  silent  Lamb !  for  me  Thou  hast  endured,. . .  104 

Oh !  how  blessed  are  ye,  saints  forgiven, 23 

Oh!  sweetest  words  that  Jesus  could  have 

sought, 63 

Once  a  merchant  travelled  far  and  wide, 81 

Our  beloved  have  departed, 77 


CONTEXTS.  7 

Praise  to  Jehovah  !  the  almighty  King  of  Cre- 
ation!  107 

Quietly  rest  the  woods  and  dales, 82 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers, 51 

Remember  me,  my  God  !  remember  me, 11 

Return,  return ! 75 

Smiling,  a  bright-eyed  seraph  bent,  53 

Sun  of  comfort,  art  thou  fled  for  ever  ? 65 

Thou  shalt  rise !  my  dust,  thou  shalt  arise  !..  110 

Tremble  not,  though  darkly  gather, IS 

"Weary,  waiting  to  depart, 86 

"We  praise  and  bless  Thee,  gracious  Lord, ....  90 

Weep  not,  Jesus  lives  on  high, 14 

What  no  human  eye  hath  seen, Ill 

What  mean  ye  by  this  wailing, 69 

What  shall  I  be,  my  Lord,  when  I  behold 

Thee, 93 

Will  that  not  joyful  be, 9 

Yes!  our  Shepherd  lead3  with  gentle  hand,..  49 


8  CONTENTS 

From  Page  113. 

Joy  in  Believing, 114 

Lowly, 116 

The  Christian  Cross, US 

Song  of  the  Sojourner, 119 

The  Christian  Household, 121 

The  Two  Journeys, 123 

A  Little  While, 125 

Shadow  and  Substance, 127 

The  Missionary  on  the  Sea-Shore, 129 

Sabbath  Morning  Hymn, 130 

Charity. 132 

We  too  are  Thine, 133 

Submission, 135 

A  Pastor's  Parting  Words, 140 

Be  Thou  my  Friend, 142 

As  Thou  wilt, 144 

Sabbath  Hymn, 146 

What  pleases  God, 14S 

At  Last, 150 

The  Graveyard, 152 

Funeral  Hymn, 154 

Ministering  Angels, 155 

The  Midnight  Cry, 157 

Forever  with  the  Lord, 153 


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JOYS    TO   COME. 

u  Wied  das  nicht  Freude  seyn J" 

"Everlasting  ioy  shall  be  upon  their  heads:  they  I 
obtain  gladness  and  joy." — Isa.  51  :  11. 

"Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
"When  we  walk  by  faith  no  more, 
"When  the  Lord  we  loved  before, 

As  Brother-man  we  see ; 
"When  He  welcomes  us  above, 
"When  we  share  His  smile  of  love, 

"Will  that  not  joyful  be? 

"Will  not  that  joyful  be, 
"When  to  meet  us  rise  and  come, 
All  our  buried  treasures  home, 

A  gladsome  company ! 
"When  our  arms  embrace  again, 
Those  we  mourned  so  long  in  vain, 

"Will  that  not  joyful  be  ? 


10  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
When  the  foes  we  dread  to  meet, 
Every  one  beneath  our  feet 

We  tread  triumphantly ! 
When  we  never  more  can  know 
Slightest  touch  of  pain  or  woe, 

Will  that  not  joyful  be? 


Will  that  not  joyful  be, 
When  we  hear  what  none  can  tell, 
And  the  ringing  chorus  swell 

Of  angels'  melody  I 
When  we  join  their  songs  of  praiso, 
Hallelujahs  with  them  raise, 

Will  that  not  joyful  be? 


Yes !  that  will  joyful  be  j 
Let  the  world  her  gifts  recall, 
There  is  bitterness  in  all : 

Her  joys  are  vanity ! 
Courage,  dear  ones  of  my  heart ! 
Though  it  grieves  us  here  to  part, 

There  we  will  joyful  be ! 

H.  C.  TON  Souweinitz. 


LAXB   OF  LUTHEB.  11 

DYING   PETITIONS. 

■  Gedexks  mein,  mein  Gott." 

y  Remember  me,  my  God !  remember  me, 
In  hour  of  deepest  woe ; 
Thou  art  my  only  hope,  my  only  plea, 

Against  th'  accusing  foe. 
Oh !  show  me  now  Thy  full  salvation, 
Oh !  hear  my  dying  supplication ! 

Remember  me!" 

"  I  think  on  thee,  believer !  tremble  not, 
Thy  Saviour  still  is  near  : 
Here  is  my  cross,  my  blood  to  cleanse 
each  spot, 
My  promises  to  cheer. 
Is  not  my  love  unchanged,  unshaken  ? 
How  shall  mine  own  be  e'er  forsaken  ? 
I  think  on  thee !" 

u  Remember  me !  man's  help  can  naught 
avail 
In  the  dark  valley's  shade ; 
My  strength  must  faint,  my  flesh  ar.d 
heart  must  fail, 

Oh !  haste  Thou  to  mine  aid  I 
Silence  and  darkness  o'er  me  stealing, 
Oh  I  be  Thou  still  thyself  revealing, — 
Remember  me  I" 


12  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

"I  think  on  thee !  soon  in  the  tetter  land 
Thou  shalt  with  me  rejoice ; 
The  harps  of  heaven  are  waiting  for  thy 
hand, 
The  chorus  for  thy  voice : 
The  angel  bands  are  round  thee  bending, 
Thy  parting  spirit  close  attending, — 

I  think  on  thee  !" 


"  Remember  me !  by  Thine  own  hour  of 
pain, 

Appear  in  mine  to  save 
Smooth  for  my  rest  the  couch  where  Thou 
hast  lain, 
The  pillow  of  the  grave ; 
And  while  the  years  of  time  are  flying, 
In  that  lone  place  of  darkness  lying, — 
Remember  me  !" 


"I  think  on  thee!  thine  own  "Redeemer 
lives, 

Thy  hope  shall  not  be  vain : 
"When  the  last  trump  its  solemn  summons 
gives, 

Thou  shalt  arise  again. 
Now,  go  in  peace,  securely  sleeping, 
Thy  dust  is  safe  in  angels'  keeping, — 

I  think  on  thee  l" 


LAXD  OF  LUTHER,  13 

M  Eemember  me,  and  the  afflicted  band 
"Whom  I  must  leave  behind ! 
Pour  consolation  from  Thine  own  rich 
hand 

On  mourning  heart  and  mind. 
Oh !  hear  this  one,  this  last  petition, 
Then  shall  I  go  in  glad  submission, — 

Eemember  me ." 


[  think  on  thee !  with  that  sad  band  of 
love 

I  will  in  mercy  deal ; 
My  tender  sympathy  their  souls  shall 
prove 

My  Spirit's  power  to  heal. 
The  long-sought  bliss  shall  yet  be  given, 
The  lost  of  earth  are  found  in  heaven, — 
I  think  on  thee !" 


11  Now,  sweetly  sleep  !  angels  thy  soul  re- 
ceive, 

And  bear  to  Jesus'  breast  i 
Long  in  our  hearts  thy  memory  shall  live, 

Here  let  thy  body  rest. 
Secure  from  earthly  pain  and  sorrow, 
Till  dawns  the  resurrection  morrow. 

Now,  sweetly  sleep!" 
cWeka>-ntes. 


14  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

WEEP   NOT. 


"  Tug  Lord  hath  heard  the  voice  of  my  weeping."- -PaLtM 
6:8. 

"Weep  not — Jesus  lives  on  high, 

0  sad  and  wearied  one  ! 
If  thou  with  the  burden  sigh, 
Of  grief  thou  canst  not  shun, 
Trust  Him  still, 
Soon  there  will 
Roses  in  the  thicket  stand, 
Goshen  smile  in  Egypt's  land. 

Weep  not — Jesus  thinks  of  theo 

When  all  beside  forget, 
And  on  thee  so  lovingly 
His  faithfulness  has  set, 

That  though  all 
Ruin'd  fall, 
Every  thing  on  earth  be  shaken, 
Thou  wilt  never  be  forsaken. 

Weep  not — Jesus  heareth  thee, 
Hears  thy  moanings  broken, 
Hears  when  thou  right  wearily 
All  thy  grief  hast  spoken. 

Raise  thy  cry, 
He  is  nigh, 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  15 

And  when  waves  roll  full  in  view, 
He  shall  fix  their  "Hitherto." 

"Weep  not — Jesus  loveth  thee, 

Though  all  around  may  scorn, 
And  though  poison'd  arrows  be 
Upon  thy  buckler  borne, 

With  His  love, 
Naught  can  move ; 
All  may  fail — yet  only  wait, 
He  shall  make  the  crooked  straight 

Weep  not — Jesus  cares  for  thee, 
Then  what  of  good  can  fail  ? 
Why  shouldst  thou  thus  gloomily 
At  thought  of  trouble  quail  ? 
He  will  bear 
All  thy  care ; 
And  if  He  the  burden  take, 
He  will  all  things  perfect  make, 

Weep  not — Jesus  comforts  thee, 

He  yet  shall  come  and  save, 
And  each  sorrow  thou  shalt  see* 
Lie  buried  in  thy  grave. 

Sin  shall  die, 
Grief  shall  fly, 
Thou  hast  wept  thy  latest  tears 
When  the  Lord  of  life  appears ! 

B.  SCHMOLX 


16  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

HERE  IS  MY  HEART ! 

a  Hier  ist  mein  Hera." 
K  My  son,  give  me  thine  heart."— Peov.  23  :  26. 

Here  is  my  heart ! — my  God,  I  give  it 
Thee; 
I  heard  Thee  call  and  say, 
'Not  to  the  world,  my  child,  but  unto 
me," — 

I  heard,  and  will  obey. 
Here  is  love's  offering  to  my  King, 
"Which  in  glad  sacrifice  I  bring. 
Here  is  my  heart. 

Here  is  my  heart ! — surely  the  gift,  though 
poor, 

My  God  will  not  despise ; 
Vainly  and  long  I  sought  to  make  it  pure 
To  meet  Thy  searching  eyes : 
Corrupted  first  in  Adam's  fall, 
The  stains  of  sin  pollute  it  all. 
My  guilty  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart! — my  heart  so  hard 
before, 
Now  by  Thy  grace  made  meet ; 
Yet  bruised  and  wearied,  it  can  only 
pour 
Its  anguish  at  Thy  feet ; 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  17 

It  groans  beneath  the  weight  of  sin, 
It  sigh3  salvation's  joy  to  win. 

My  mourning  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart ! — in  Christ  it3  longings 
end, 
Xear  to  His  cross  it  draws  ; 
It  says,    "  Thou  art  my  portion,  0  my 
friend  ! 

Thy  blood  my  ransom  was." 
And  in  the  Saviour  it  has  found 
"What  blessedness  and  peace  abound. 
^Ly  trusting  heart ! 

3ere  is  my  heart ! — ah!  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Its  nature  to  renew, 
And  consecrate  it  wholly  as  Thy  home, 
A  temple  fair  and  true. 
Teach  it  to  love  and  serve  Thee  more, 
To  fear  Thee,  trust  Thee,  and  adore. 
My  cleansed  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart ! — it  trembles  to  dra^ 
near 

The  glory  of  Thy  throne  ; 
Give  it  the  shining  robe   Thy  servant? 
wear, 
Of  righteousness  Thine  own : 
Its  pride  and  folly  chase  away, 
And  all  its  vanity,  I  pray. 

Mv  humbled  heart ! 
2 


18  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Here  is  my  heart ! — teach  it,  0  Lord,  to 
cling 
In  gladness  unto  Thee ; 
And  in  the  day  of  sorrow  still  to  sing, 
"  Welcome,  my  God's  decree." 
Believing,  all  its  journey  through, 
That  Thou  art  wise,  and  just,  and  true. 
My  waiting  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart  I — 0  Friend  of  friends, 
be  near 

To  make  each  tempter  fly ; 
And  when  my  latest  foe  I  wait  with  fear, 
Give  me  the  victory ! 
Gladly  on  Thy  love  reposing, 
Let  me  say,  when  life  is  closing, 
"Here  is  my  heart  !" 

EHRENFRIED  LlEDlCH, 


DISCIPLINE. 

"Zage  nicht." 

Tremble  noi^  though  darkly  gather 
Clouds  and  tempests  o'er  thy  sky, 

Still  believe  thy  Heavenly  Father 
Loves  thee  best  when  storms  are  nigh, 


LAINT)   CF  LUTHER.  19 

When  the  sun  of  fortune  shineth 
Long  and  brightly  on  the  heart, 

Soon  its  fruitfulness  declineth, 
Parched  and  dry  in  every  part. 

Then  the  plants  of  grace  have  faded 

In  the  dry  and  burning  soil ; 
Thorns    and    briers  their  growth  have 
shaded — 

Earthly  cares  and  earthly  toil. 

But  the  clouds  are  seen  ascending  ; 

Soon  the  heavens  are  overcast ; 
And  the  weary  heart  is  bending 

'Neath  affliction's  stormy  blast. 

Yet  the  Lord,  on  high  presiding, 

Eules  the  storm  with  powerful  hand  ; 

He  the  shower  of  grace  is  guiding, 
To  the  dry  and  barren  land. 

See,  at  length  the  clouds  are  breaking- 
Tempests  have  not  pass'd  in  vain : 

For  the  soul,  revived,  awaking, 
Bears  its  fruits  and  flowers  again. 

Love  divine  nas  seen  and  counted 

Every  tear  it  caus'd  to  fall, 
And  the  storm  which  love  appointed, 

Was  its  choicest  gift  of  alL 


20  HYMNS  FROM  THE 


A  MOTHER'S  PRAYER  IN  THE 
3STIGHT. 

Darkness  reigns — the  hum  of  life's  com? 
motion 

On  the  listening  ear  no  longer  breaks  ; 
Stars  are  shining  on  the  deep  blue  ocean, 

All  is  silent — Love  alone  awakes. 

Love  on  earth  its  lonely  vigils  keeping, 
Love  in  heaven,  that  rests  or  slumbers 
not; 
Peace,   my  anxious  heart!    though  thou 
wert  sleeping, 
Love  divine  has  ne'er  its  charge  forgot. 

And  for  you,  my  brightest  earthly  flowers, 
You,  my  children,  Love  divine  has  cared ; 

Sleep,  beloved  onesl  through  these  dark 
hours — 
Angels  by  your  pillow  watch  and  guard. 

Here  the  winged  messengers  of  heaven, 
As  beheld  at  Bethel,  come  and  go — 

Angel  guardians,  whom  the  Lord  has  given, 
To  each  little  one  while  here  below. 

Thou,  0  Saviour,  while  on  earth  residing, 
Never  didst  Thou  scorn  a  mother's  prayer : 


LAND  OP  LUTHER.  21 

Faith  may  still  behold  Thee  here  abiding — 
Still  commend  her  treasures  to  Thy  care. 

"Were  not  all  my  hope  on  Thee  reposing, 
Thou  sole  refuge  lor  a  sinner's  fears, 
'  Then,  the  future  all  its  ill  disclosing, 
I  could  give  my  children  only  tears. 

From  their  earthly  parents  they  inherit 
Xaught  save  sin  and  weakness,  grief  and 
pain: 

Give  them,  Lord,  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Spiritual  birth  and  life  again. 

Hide  and  guard  them  in  Thy  tender  arms, 

Till  the  wilderness  of  life  be  past ; 
Save  them  from  temptation's  fatal  charms, 
Seal  them  for  Thine  own,  from  first  to 
last. 
Let  Thy  rod  and  staff  in  mercy  lead  them 

In  the  footsteps  of  Thy  flock  below, 
Till  'mid  heavenly  pastures  Thou  shalt  feed 
them, 
"Where  the  streams  of  life  eternal  flow. 
CircisroPKE  Agtk. 


22  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

JESUS,    STILL    LEAD    ON. 

"  JesCj,  geh  voran.'> 
"They  forsook  all,  and  followed  him."— Luke  5  :  li. 

Jesus,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won  ! 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless. 

Guide  us  by  thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland. 

If  the  way  be  drear, 

If  the  foe  be  near, 
Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us  : 

For,  through  many  a  foe, 

To  our  home  we  go! 

When  we  seek  relief 
Prom  a  long-felt  grief — 
When  oppressed  by  new  temptation^ 
Lord,  increase  and  perfect  patience. 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more  I 

Jesus,  still  lead  on, 
Till  our  rest  be  won  ! 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  23 

Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us. 

Till  we  safely  stand 

Ii  i  our  Fatherland ! 

LUDWIG  TON  ZlNZEHDORF. 


TO  A   DYING   CHILD. 

u  Zjtcch-hix,  mein  Kind." 

Depart,  my  child!    the   Lord   thy  spirit 
calls 
To  leave  a  world  of  woe  : 
Sad  on  my  heart  the  heavenly  summons 
falls, 
Yet  since  He  wills  it  so, 
I  calm  the  rising  agitation, 
And  say,  with  humble  resignation, 

Depart,  my  child ! 

Depart,  my  child !  lent  for  a  little  while 
Our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer : 

Dear  is  thy  loving  voice,  thy  gentle  smile, 
Ah !  who  can  tell  how  dear  ? 

The  sands  are  run,  too  quickly  falling : 

The  Giver  comes,  His  own  recalling. 
Depart,  my  child  1 


24  HYMNS  FROM  T5E 

Depart,  my  child  I  enjoy  in  heaven's  pure 
day 
"What  earth  must  still  deny ; 
Here  many  a  storm  awaits    thy  longer 
way, 
And  many  a  tear  thine  eye. 
Go,  where  the  flowers  have  never  faded, 
Where  love  may  smile  unchilled,  unshaded. 
Depart,  my  child ! 

Depart,   my  child!    soon  shall  we  meet 
again 
In  the  good  land  of  rest : 
Thou  goest,  happy  one  I  ere  grief  or  pain 

Have  reached  thy  gentle  breast. 
Happy,  our  thorny  path  forsaking, 
From  life's  vain  dream  so  early  waking. 
Depart,  my  child ! 

Depart,   my  child!    angels    are    bending 
down 
To  set  thy  spirit  free  ; 
The  Saviour  holds  in  heaven  the  golden 
crown 
He  won  on  earth  for  thee. 
Yes !  now  in  Him  thou  art  victorious : 
Go,  share  His  rest  and  triumph  glorious. 
Depart,  my  child ! 
Gottfried  Hoffmann. 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  25 

ARISE! 

"  Wachet  auf." 

Arise  !  ye  lingering  saints,  arise  I 
Remember  that  the  might  of  grace, 

"When  guilty  slumbers  sealed  your  eyes, 
Awakened  you  to  run  the  race  ; 

And  let  not  darkness  round  you  fall, 

But  hearken  to  the  Saviour's  calL 

Arise ! 

Arise !  because  the  night  of  sin 
Must  flee  before  the  light  of  day ; 

God's  glorious  G-ospel,  shining  in, 

Must  chase  the  midnight  gloom  away  : 

Tou  can  not  true  disciples  be 

If  you  still  walk  in  vanity. 

Arise ! 

Arise  !  although  the  flesh  be  weak, 

The  spirit  willing  is  and  true, 
And  servants  of  the  Master  seek 

To  follow  where  it  guideth  to. 
Beloved !  oh,  be  wise  indeed. 
And  let  the  spirit  ever  lead. 

Arise. 

Arise !  because  our  Serpent-foe, 
Unwearied,  strives  by  day  and  night, 


26  HT1LXS  FROM  THE 

Remembers  time  is  short  below, 

And  wrestles  on  with  hellish  might. 
Then  boldly  grasp  both  sword  and  shield : 
Who  slumbers  on  the  battle-field  ? 

Arise! 

Arise !  before  that  hour  unknown — 
The  hour  of  death  that  comes  ere  long, 

And  comes  not  to  the  weak  alone, 
But  co  the  mighty  and  the  strong. 

Beloved !  oft  in  spirit  dwell 

Upon  the  hour  that  none  can  tell. 

Arise ! 

Arise !  that  you  prepared  may  stand, 
Before  the  coming  of  the  Lord ; 

The  day  of  wrath  draws  nigh  at  hand, 
According  to  th'  eternal  Word. 

Ah !  think,  perhaps  this  day  shall  see 

The  dawning  of  eternity ! 

Arise ! 

Arise !  it  is  the  Master's  will: 
No  more  His  heavenly  voice  despise, 

Why  linger  with  the  dying  still  ? 
He  calls — Arouse  you,  and  arise  I 

No  longer  slight  the  Saviour's  call, 

It  sounds  to  you,  to  me,  to  all. 

Arise! 


LAND    OF  LUTHER.  27 

GOD   WITH    ME. 

"  Gott  bei  mir  in  jedem  Ort." 

"  Whe*  thou  passest  through  the  waters,  I  will  be  wit\ 
thee ;  and  through  the  rivors,  they  shall  not  overflow  the* ; 
when  thou  walkest  through  the  fire,  thou  shalt  not  be  burned  j 
teither  shall  the  flame  kindle  upon  thee." — Isa.  43  :  2. 

My  G-od  with  me  in  every  place ! 

Firmly  does  the  promise  stand, 
On  land  or  sea,  with  present  grace 

Still  to  aid  us  near  at  hand. 

If  you  ask,   "Who  is  with  thee?" 

God  is  here — my  God  with  me  1 

JSTo  depth,  nor  prison,  nor  the  grave, 
Can  exclude  Him  from  His  own ; 

His  cheering  presence  still  I  have, 
If  in  crowds  or  all  alone. 
In  whatever  state  I  be, 
Everywhere  is  God  with  me  I 

My  God  for  me !  I  dare  to  say — 

God  the  portion  of  my  soul  1 
Nor  need  I  tremble  in  dismay 

"When  around  me  troubles  roll. 

If  you  ask,  "What  comforts  thee?* 

It  is  this — God  is  for  me ! 

Ah !  faith  has  seen  Him  cradled  lie, 
Here  on  earth  a  weeping  child ; 


28  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Has  seen  Him  for  my  vileness  die— 
He,  the  sinless,  un&enled ! 
And  thus  I  know  it  true  to  be, 
God,  my  Saviour,  is  for  me ! 

In  life,  in  death,  with  God  so  near, 

Every  battle  I  shall  win, 
Shall  boldly  press  through  dangers  here^ 

Triumph  over  every  sin ! 

"  What  I"  you  say,  "  a  victor  be  ?" 
No,  not  I,  but  God  in  me ! 

C.  F.  Zeller. 


THE    COMMUNION    OF    SAINTS. 

"  Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in  the  Lord  from  hence- 
forth  :  Yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest  from  their 
labors;  and  their  works  do  follow  them." — Rev.  14  :  K$. 

"0  wie  selig  seyd  ihr  doch,  ihr  Frommen." 

CHURCH  ON  EARTH. 

"Oh!    how  blessed  are  ye,   saints  for- 
given, 
Through  the  gate  o    death  now  safe  in 
heaven, 

All  trials  over, 
All   the    ills,   wlrch    round  us   darkly 
hover  1" 


LAXD  OF  LUTHER,  29 

CHURCH  Df  HEAVEN. 

"Yes,  dear  friends,  our  joys  are  still  in- 
creasing, 
Our  songs  of  praise  are  new  and  never 
ceasing, 

All  preparing 
For  the  time  when  you  shall  all  be  shar- 
ing." 

CHURCH  OX  EARTH. 

u  ^Y"e  are  now  as  in  a  prison  dwelling, 
Storms  of  care  and  trouble  o'er  us  swell- 
in0*  • 

All  around  us 
Only  sins  and  griefs,  to  snare  and  wound 


CHURCH  IX  HEAVEX. 

"Ah,  beloved  friends!  be  not  complain- 
ing, 
Wish  not  joy  while  still  on  earth  remain- 
ing, 

Be  still  confiding 
In  your  Father's  love  and  tender  guid- 
ing." 

CHURCH  OX  EARTH. 

u  In  your  quiet  home  so  gently  resting, 
Safe  for  evermore  from  all  molesting. 


30  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

No  care  or  sorrow 
Can  you  feel  to-day,  or  fear  to-morrow  1M 

CHURCH  IN  HEAVEN. 

u  In  your  conflicts  we  were  once  engaging, 
Long  with  sin  and  Satan  warfare  wag- 
ing; 

All  your  distresses 
Once  were  ours,  to  weary  and  oppress 
us." 

CHURCH  ON  EARTH. 

"  Christ  has  wiped  away  your  every  tear ; 
You  enjoy  what  we  are  seeking  here, 

The  harps  of  heaven 
Sound  in  strains  to  mortals  never  given.* 

CHURCH  IN  HEAVEN. 

"  Yet  in  patience  run  the  race  before  you, 
Long  for  heaven,  where  Love  is  watch- 
ing o'er  you : 

Sow  in  weeping — 
Soon  the  fruit  with  joy  you  shall  be  reap- 
ing." 

CHURCH  ON  EARTH. 

"  Come,  com©  quickly,  long  expected  Je- 
sus, 
From  all  sin  and  sorrow  to  release  us, 


LAXD  OF  LUTHER.  31 

Quickly  take  us 
To  Thyself  and  blest  for  ever  make  us  f " 

CHURCH  DT  HEATED. 

MAh,  beloved  souls!  your  palms  victo- 
rious, 
Golden  harps,  and  thrones  of  triumph 
glorious, 

All  are  waiting : 
Follow  on  with  courage  unabating." 

CHORUS. 

u  Let  us  join  to  praise  His  name  for  ever, 
To  us  both  of  every  good  the  Giver. 

Life  undying 
We  shall  each  obtain,  on  Him  relying. 

u  Praise  Him,  men  on  earth,  and  saints  in 
heaven ! 
To  the  Lamb  be  praise  and  glory  given — 

Praise  unending, 
Glory  through  eternity  extending !" 

SQCON   DAOXL 


32  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

EVENING   HYMN. 

"  Nun  ruhen  alio  Waelder." 

Quietly  rest  the  woods  and  dale% 
Silence  round  the  hearth  prevails, 

The  world  is  all  asleep : 
Thou,  my  soul,  in  thought  arise, 
Seek  thy  Father  in  the  skies, 
And  holy  vigils  with  Him  keep. 

Sun,  where  hidest  thou  thy  light  ? 
Art  thou  driven  hence  by  Night. 

Thy  dark  and  ancient  foe  ? 
Go !  another  Sun  is  mine — 
Jesus  comes  with  light  divine, 
To  cheer  my  pilgrimage  below. 

Now  that  day  has  passed  away, 
Golden  stars  in  bright  array 
Bespangle  the  blue  sky : 
Bright  and  clear,  so  would  I  stand. 
When  I  hear  my  Lord's  command 
To  leave  this  earth,  and  upward  fly. 

Now  this  body  seeks  for  rest, 
From  its  vestments  all  undrest, 

Types  of  mortality : 
Christ  shall  give  mo  soon  to  wear. 
Garments  beautiful  and  fair — 
White  robes  of  glorious  majesty. 


LAXD  OF  LUTHER.  33 

Head,  and  feet,  and  hands,  once  more 
Joy  to  think  of  labor  o'er. 

And  night  with  gladness  see. 
0  my  heart  1  thou  too  shalt  know- 
Rest  from  all  thy  toil  below, 
Ind  from  earth's  turmoil  soon  be  free. 

Weary  limbs,  now  rest  ye  here ; 
Safe  from  danger  and  from  fear, 
Seek  slumber  on  this  bed : 
Deeper  rest  ere  long  to  share, 
Other  hands  shall  soon  prepare 
My  narrow  couch  among  the  dead. 

While  my  eyes  I  gently  close, 
Stealing  o'er  me  soft  repose, 

Who  shall  my  guardian  be  ? 
Soul  and  body  now  I  leave, 
(And  Thou  wilt  the  trust  receive,) 
0  Israel's  Watchman !  unto  Thee. 

0  my  friends  !  from  you  this  day 
May  all  ill  have  fled  away, 

No  danger  near  have  come. 
Now,  my  God,  these  dear  ones  keep ; 
Give  to  my  beloved  sleep, 
And  angels  send  to  guard  their  home ! 

Paul  Gebhamv 


34  HYMNS  FROM  THE 


MY  GOD !  I  KNOW  THAT  I  MUST 
DIE. 

u  Mbin  Gott !  ich  weiss  wohl  dass  icb.  sterbe." 
Job  14 :  11, 12. 

My  God  I  I  know  that  I  must  die — 
My  mortal  life  is  passing  hence 

On  earth  I  neither  hope  nor  try 
To  find  a  lasting  residence. 

Then  teach  me  by  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

With  joy  and  peace  my  -death  to  face. 

My  God !  I  know  not  when  I  die, 
What  is  the  moment  or  the  hour — 

How  soon  the  clay  may  broken  he, 
How  quickly  pass  away  the  flower ; 

Then  may  Thy  child  prepared  be 

Through  time  to  meet  Eternity. 

My  God !  I  know  not  Jiow  I  die, 

For  death  has  many  ways  to  come- 
In  dark  mysterious  agony, 
'     Or  gently  as  a  sleep  to  some. 
Just  as  Thou  wilt !  if  but  it  be 
For  ever  blessed,  Lord,  with  Theo. 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  35 

My  God !  I  know  not  where  I  die, 
"Where  is  my  grave,  beneath  what 
strand, 

Tet  from  its  gloom  I  do  rely 
To  be  delivered  by  Thy  hand. 

Content,  I  take  what  spot  is  mine, 

Since  all  the  earth,  my  Lord,  is  Thine. 

3Iy  gracious  God !  when  I  must  die, 
Oh !  bear  my  happy  soul  above, 

With  Christ,  my  Lord,  eternally 
To  share  Thy  glory  and  Thy  love  ! 

Then  come3  it  right  and  well  to  me, 

When,  where,  and  how  my  death  shall 
bo.  B.  Sohholk. 


LIGHT  IN  DARKNESS. 

"All  things  work  together  for  good   to   them  that  love 
Bod."— Rom.  8  :  28. 

How  weary  and  how  worthless  this  life  at 

times  appears  1 
What  days  of  heavy  musings,  what  hours 

of  bitter  tears  1 
How  dark  the  storm-clouds  gather  along 

the  wintry  skies! 
How  desolate  and  cheerless  the  path  before 

us  lies  I 


36  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

And  yet  these  days  of  dreariness  are  sent 
us  from  above : 

They  do  not  come  in  anger,  but  in  faithful- 
ness and  love  ; 

They  come  to  teach  us  lessons  which  bright 
ones  could  not  yield, 

And  to  leave  us  blest  and  thankful  when 
their  purpose  is  fulfilled. 

They  come  to  draw  us  nearer  to  our  Father 

and  our  Lord, 
More  earnestly  to  seek  His  face,  to  listen 

to  His  word. 
And  to  feel,  if  now  around  us  a  desert  land 

we  see, 
Without  the  star  of  promise,  what  would 

its  darkness  be ! 

They  come  to  lay  us  lowly, and  humbled  in 
the  dust, 

^.H  self-deception  swept  away,  all  creature- 
hope  and  trust ; 

J)ur  helplessness,  our  vileness,  our  guilti- 
ness to  own, 

And  flee,  for  hope  and  refuge,  to  Christ,  and 
Christ  alone. 

They  come  to  break  the  fetters  which  here 

detain  '.is  fast, 
And  force  our  long  reluctant  hearts  to  rise 

to  hsaven  at  last ■ 


LANS   OF   LUTHEH.  37 

And  brighten  every  prospect  of  that  eternal 

home, 
Where  grief  and  disappointment  and  fear 

can  never  come, 

Then  turn  not  in  despondence,  poor  weary 

heart,  away, 
But  meekly  journey  onwards,  through  the 

dark  and  cloudy  day ; 
Even  now  the  bow  of  promise  is  above 

thee  painted  bright, 
And  soon  a  joyful  morning  shall  dissipate 

the  night. 

Thy  God  hath  not  forgot  thee,  and,  when 

He  sees  it  best, 
"Will  lead  thee  into  sunshine,  will  give  thee 

bowers  of  rest ; 
And  all  thy  pain  and  sorrow,  when  the 

pilgrimage  is  o'er, 
Shall  end  in  heavenly  blessedness,  and  joys 

for  evermore  I  Spi?ta. 


88  HYMXS  FROM  THE 

LET  ME  FIND  THEE! 

*Skbk  ye  the  Lord  while  lie  may  be  found."— Is*.  C5  :  A 
**  Sikh,  hier  bin  ich,  Ehren-Koenig." 

Behold  me  here,  in  grief  draw  near, 
Pleading  at  Thy  throne,  0  King  I 

To  Thee  each  tear,  each  trembling  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  man !  I  bring. 

Let  me  rind  Thee, — let  me  find  Tbee — 
Me,  a  vile  and  worthless  thing ! 

Look  down  in  love,  and  from  above, 

With  Thy  Spirit  satisfy ; 
Thou  hast  sought  me,  Thou  hast  bought  mo 

And  Thy  purchase,  Lord,  am  I. 
Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee, 

Here  on  earth,  and  then  on  high ! 

No  other  prayer  to  Thee  I  bear, 

0  my  Lord,  but  only  this : 
To  share  Thy  grace,  to  see  Thy  face, 

And  to  know  Thy  people's  bliss. 
Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee—* 

Thee  to  find  is  blessedness ! 

Hear  the  broken,  scarcely  spoken 
Utterance  of  my  heart  to  Thee ; 

Ail  the  crying,  all  the  sighing, 
Of  Thy  child  accepted  be. 


LAND  OF  LUTH£R.  3> 

Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee  : 
Thus  my  soul  longs  vehemently  I 

Worldly  pleasures,  earthly  treasures, 
Joys  and  honors,  will  not  stay  ; 

They  often  pain,  and,  oh  I  how  vain, 
Looking  to  eternity ! 

Let  me  find  Thee, — let  me  find  Thee, 
Find  Thee,  0  my  God,  this  day ! 

Joachim  Xeander. 


GRIEF    AND    CONSOLATION    BY 
A  MOTHER'S    DEATH-BED. 

"Klage  tmd  Trost." 

"  Xever  couldst  thou  bear  to  grieve  us— 

Dearest  mother,  why  to-day  ? 

"Wherefore  wilt  thou  thus  forsake  us, 

Why,  oh !  why  refuse  to  stay?" 

u  Were  it  but  our  Father's  will, 

Gladly  had  I  tarried  still." 

u  Mother,  see  the  bursting  anguish 

Of  thy  dear  ones,  loved  so  well ; 

See  our  eyes  with  grief  o'erflowing— 

Grief  which  words  refuse  to  tell  \n 

"  Children,  bid  me  not  remain : 

Let  me  see  our  Carl  again  1" 


40  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

"  Ah  !  and  art  thou  really  going 

To  that  dark  and  distant  shore  ? 

All  our  cares,  our  joys,  our  sorrows, 

All  forgotten,  shared  no  morel" 

"  Children,  think  not,  say  not  so— 

To  the  land  of  love  I  go." 

"From  the  circle  of  affection, 

Mother,  must  thou  next  depart  ? 
All !  how  many  a  link  is  broken 
Once  uniting  heart  to  heart!" 
"  Closer  draw  that  gentle  chain 
Round  the  lov'd  who  yet  remain." 

'  Canst  thou  then  so  gladly  leave  us  ? 

Is  our  grief  unheeded  now  ? 
For  thine  eye  is  brightly  beaming, 
Calm  and  cloudless  is  thy  brow." 
"  Yes !  for  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
Draw  me  to  my  Lord  above." 

'  Yet  even  there,  in  bliss  undying, 
"When  thou  numberest  thine  own, 
Mother,  shall  not  we  be  wanting — 
We,  who  here  in  bondage  groan  ?" 
"  Come,  beloved !  quickly  come, 
Join  me  in  our  heavenly  home !" 

MoWEft 


LANT)  OF   LUTHER.  41 

AH!    GBIEVE    NOT    SO. 

•GoDUXEaa  with  contentment  is  great  gain."— 1  Txi.  I 
u  Xicut  so  traurig,  nicht  so  sehr." 

Ah  !  grieve  not  so,  nor  so  lament, 
My  soul !  nor  troubled  sigh, 

Because  some  joys  to  others  sent 
Thy  Father  may  deny  ; 

Take  all  as  love  that  seems  severe — 

There  is  no  want  if  G-od  is  near. 

There  is  no  right  thou  canst  demand, 
Xo  title  thou  canst  claim  ; 

For  all  are  strangers  in  the  land 
TFho  bear  the  human  name  : 

Earth  and  its  treasures  are  the  Lord's, 

And  He  the  lot  of  each  accords. 

How  thankless  art  thou,  child  of  man ! 

For  favors  that  abound ; 
Thy  God  has  given  thee  eyes  to  scan 

The  glory  all  around  ; 
Tet  seldom  for  thi3  priceless  sight, 
Hast  thou  been  heard  to  praise  aright 

Number  thy  limbs,  thy  members  tell, 
And  ask  thy  thankless  soul, 

If  to  another  thou  wouldst  sell 
The  smallest  of  the  whole. 


42  HYMNS  FROM  THJ3 

There  is  not  one  from  which  thy  heart 
Would  willingly  submit  to  part. 

Now,  go  and  search  the  depths  of  mind, 
Explore  its  wondrous  power, 

New  proofs  of  benefits  to  find, 
That  meet  thee  every  hour ; 

More  than  the  sand  upon  the  shore, 

And  ever  rising  more  and  more. 

He  knows,  who  lives  on  Zion's  hill, 
What  we  in  truth  require ; 

Knows  too  how  many  blessings  still 
This  flesh  and  blood  desire ; 

And  could  He  safely  all  bestow, 

He  would  not  let  thee  sorrowing  go. 

Thou  wert  not  born  that  earth  should  be 
A  portion  fondly  sought  ; 

Look  up  to  heaven,  and  smiling  see 
Thy  shining,  golden  lot ! 

Honors  and  joys,  which  thou  shalt  share, 

Unending  and  unenvied  there  1 

Then  journey  on  to  life  and  bliss, 
God  will  protect  to  heaven ; 

And  every  good  that  meets  thee  is 
A  blessing  wisely  given. 

If  losses  come,  so  let  it  be — 

The  God  of  heaven  remains  with  thee. 
Paul  Gerhard 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  43 


PILGRIM    SONG. 


Hsr3    we  have  eo  continuing  cUv,  but  seek  one  to  come." 
~Hsb.  13:  14. 


u  Eommt,  Kinder,  lasst  uns  gehen." 

Come,  brothers,  let  us  onward — 
Night  comes  without  delay ; 
And  in  this  howling  desert 
It  is  not  good  to  stay. 
Take  courage,  and  bo  strong, 
"We  are  hasting  on  to  heaven  : 
Strength  for  warfare  will  be  given, 
And  glory  won  ere  long. 

The  Pilgrim's  path  of  trial 

"We  do  not  fear  to  view ; 
"We  know  His  voice  who  calls  us, 
"We  know  Him  to  be  true. 
Then,  let  who  will  contemn, 
But,  strong  in  His  almighty  grace, 
Come,  every  one,  with  steadfast  face, 
On  to  Jerusalem ! 

If  we  would  walk  as  pilgrims, 
We  must  not  riches  heap — 

Much  treasure  to  have  gathered 
But  makes  the  way  more  steep. 


44  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

We  march  with  laggard  speed 
Till  every  weight  is  cast  aside— 
Till  with  the  little  satisfied 

That  pilgrimage  can  need. 

Here,  all  unknown  we  wander, 

Despised  on  every  hand, 
Unnoticed,  save  when  slighted 
As  strangers  in  the  land. 
Our  joys  they  will  not  share, 
Yet  sing, — that  they  may  catch  the  scrjj 
Of  heaven,  and  the  happy  throng 
That  now  await  us  there  I 

Come,  gladly  let  us  onward, 

Hand  in  hand  still  go, 
Each  helping  one  another 

Through  all  the  way  below. 
One  family  of  love, 
Oh !  let  no  voice  of  strife  bo  heard, 
No  discord,  by  the  angel-guard 
Who  watch  us  from  above. 

0  brothers !  soon  is  ended 

The  journey  we've  begun ; 
Endure  a  little  longer, 

The  race  will  soon  be  run. 
And  in  the  land  of  rest, 
In  yonder  bright,  eternal  home, 
Where  all  the  Father's  loved  ones  come, 
We  shall  be  safe  and  blest  1 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  45 

Sheii  boldly  let  us  venture — 

This,  this  is  worth  the  cost. 
Though  dangers  we  encounter. 
Though  every  thing  is  lost. 
0  world  I  how  vain  thy  call ! 
We  follow  Him  who  went  before — 
We  follow,  to  th'  eternal  shore, 
Jesus,  our  All  in  All ! 

GEEHAED  TEESTEE3EN. 


MY    FATHER    IS    THE    MIGHTY 
LORD. 

"  All  things  are  yours."— 1  Cob.  3  :  21. 
"  Mein  Vater  ist  der  grosse  Herr  der  Welt." 

My  Father  is  the  mighty  Lord,  whose  arm 
Spans  earth  and  sky,  and  shields  His  child 

from  harm — 
Whose  still,  small  voice  of  love  is  yet  the 

same 
As  once  from  Horeb's  fiery  mount  it  came — 
Whose  glorious  works  the  angel-choirs  de- 
clare. 
He  hears  their  praise,   and  hearkens  to 
my  prayer. 


46  HYMNS  FROM   THE 

My  King  is  God's  eternal,  holy  Son, 

And  He  anoints  me  as  a  chosen  one; 

He  has  redeemed  me  with  His  precious 

blood, 
And   for   unrmmber'd    debts    has    surety 

stood ; 
He  fought  the  foe,  and  drew  me  by  His 

hand, 
Out  from  his  camp,  into  His  Father's  land. 

My  brotherhood's  a  circle,  stretching  wide 
Around  one  fount,  although  a  sea  divide ; 
With   fathers,   who  behold  the  Lord  in 

light, 
With  saints  unborn,  who  shall  adore  His 

might, 
With  brothers,  who  the  race  of  faith  now 

run, 
In  union  and  communion,  I  am  one  ! 

My  journey's  end  lies  upward  and  afar ; 
It  glimmers  bright,  but  vaguely  as  a  star ; 
And  oft  as  faith  has  caught  some  glimpse 

serene, 
So   often   clouds   and  mists  obscure  the 

scene ; 
Yet,  in  this  longing  ends  each  vision  dim*— 
To  see  my  Lord,  and  to  be  made  like  Him ! 

My  grave,  so  long  a  dark  and  drear  abyss, 
Is  now  scarce  noticed  on  the  way  to  bliss; 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  47 

Once  at  the  gates  of  Hell  it  yawning  lay, 
Now  stands  as  portal  to  the  land  of  day ; 
It  takes  me  to  the  Father's  home  so  blest ; 
It  brings  me  to  the  feast,  a  welcome  guest. 

Lange. 


THY    WILL    BE    DONE. 

*  It  is  the  Lord ;    let  him  do  what  seemeth  him  good.* 
-1  Sam.  3  :  18. 

"  Metn  Jesu,  wie  du  willt  1" 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Oh !  may  Thy  will  be  mine ! 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  I 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 

Their  portion  rich  and  sure. 
The  manna  of  Thy  word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon , 
And  if  all  else  should  fail — 
My  Lcrd,  Thy  will  be  dcno ! 


LS  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

If  among  thorns  I  go, 
Still  sometimes  here  and  there 

Let  a  few  roses  blow. 
But  Thou  on  earth  along 

The  thorny  path  hast  gone, 
Then  lead  me  after  Thee. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  1 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

If  loved  ones  must  depart, 
Suffer  not  sorrow's  flood 

To  overwhelm  my  heart : 
For  they  are  blest  with  Thee, 

Their  race  and  conflict  won : 
Let  me  but  follow  them. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  I 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

When  death  itself  draws  nigh, 
To  thy  dear  wounded  side 

I  would  for  refuse  fly. 


LAXD   OF  LUTHER.  49 

Leaning  on  Thee,  to  go 

Where  Thou  before  hast  gone ; 
The  rest  as  Thou  shalt  please. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  : 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Benjamin  ScH^aiK. 


THE    GOOD    SHEPHERD. 

'*  I  will  feed  mv  flock,  and  I  will  cause  them  to  lie  down, 
•aith  the  Lord  God'."— Ezek.  24  :  15, 

u  J  a.  fuehrwahr !  uns  faehrt  mit  sanften  Hand 
Ein  Hirt  durch  Pilger-land." 

Yes!    our    Shepherd  leads  with    gentle 
hand, 
Through  the  dark  pilgrim-land, 
His  flock,  so  dearly  bought, 
So  long  and  fondly  sought. 

Hallelujah ! 

4 


60  HYMNS  FROM   THE 

When  in  clouds  and  mist  the  weak  ones 
stray, 
He  shows  again  the  way, 
And  points  to  them  afar 
A  bright  and  guiding  star. 

Hallelujah  I 

Tenderly  He  watches  from  on  high 
With  an  unwearied  eye  ; 
He  comforts  and  sustains, 
In  all  their  fears  and  pains. 

Hallelujah ! 

Through  the  parch' d,  dreary  desert  He  will 
guide 
To  the  green  fountain-side ; 
Through  the  dark,  stormy  night, 
To  a  calm  land  of  light. 

Hallelujah ! 

ITos !  His  "  little  flock1'  are  ne'er  forgot ; 
His  mercy  changes  not : 
Our  home  is  safe  above, 
Within  His  arms  of  love. 

Hallelujah  1 

K.BUMMACUEK 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  51 


BEJOICE. 


u  Behold,  the   BridegToom  cometh ;   go  ye  oat  t 
Him."— Matt.  25  :  6. 


"Ekmoteet  euch,  ihr  Frornmen." 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers, 

And  let  your  lights  appear ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  draweth  nigh. 
Up !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle— 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry  ! 

See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil, 
And  wait  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  earthly  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near; 
Go,  meet  Him  as  He  Cometh, 

With  Hallelujahs  clear  1 

Ye  wise  and  holy  virgins, 
Xow  raise  your  voices  higher, 

Till  in  songs  of  jubilee 
Thev  meet  the  angel-choir. 


52  HYMNS  FROM   THE 

The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 
The  gates  wide  open  stand ; 

Up  1  up  !  yo  heirs  of  glory — 
The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand ! 

Ye  saints,  who  here  in  patience 

Your  cross  and  suff 'rings  bore^ 
Shall  live  and  reign  for  ever, 

When  sorrow  is  no  more. 
Around  the  throne  of  glory, 

The  Lamb  ye  shall  behold, 
In  triumph  cast  before  Him 

Your  diadems  of  gold ! 

Palms  of  victory  are  there ; 

There,  radiant  garments  are ; 
There  stands  the  peaceful  harvest, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  war. 
There,  after  stormy  winter, 

The  flowers  of  earth  arise, 
And  from  the  grave's  long  slumber 

Shall  meet  again  our  eyes ! 

Our  Hope  and  Expectation, 

0  Jesus !  now  appear ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun,  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere ! 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  0  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemptiou, 

That  bring3  us  unto  thee ! 

LAURENTIU8   LAURENT! 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  53 


THE  ANGEL  AND  THE  INFANT 

Smiling,  a  bright-eyed  seraph  bent 

Over  an  infant's  dream  ; 
To  view  his  mirrored  form  he  leant 

As  in  the  crystal  stream. 

"Fair  infant,  come,"  he  whispered  low, 
11  And  leave  the  earth  with  me  ; 
To  a  bright  and  happy  land  we'll  go— 
This  is  no  home  for  thee. 

"  Each  sparkling  pleasure  knows  alloy, 
Nor  cloudless  skies  are  here  ; 
A  care  there  is  for  every  joy, 
For  every  smile  a  tear. 

M  The  heart  that  dances  free  and  light 
May  soon  be  chained  by  sorrow  ; 
The  sun  that  sets  in  calm  to-night, 
May  rise  in  storm  to-morrow. 

M  Alas !  to  cloud  a  brow  so  fair, 

That  griefs  and  pains  should  risel 
Alas !  that  this  dark  world  of  care 
Should  dim  these  laughing  eyes  1 


54  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

u  To  seek  a  brighter  land  with  me, 
Infant,  thou  wilt  not  fear ; 
For  piteous  Heaven  the  sad  decree 
Recalls,  that  sent  thee  here." 


It  seemed  on  him  the  sweet  babe  smiled* 
His  wings  the  seraph  spread: 

They're  gone — the  angel  and  the  child. 
Poor  mother !  thy  son  is  dead ! 

UNBEKANNTJM. 


THE   SERVICE   OF   THE  LORD. 

"Der  Dienst  der  Herrn." 


M  If  any  man  serve  me,  let  him  follow  me  ;  and  whore  1 1 
there  shall  also  my  servant  be."— John  12  :  26. 


How  blessed,  from  the  bonds  of  sia 

And  earthly  fetters  free, 
In  singleness  of  heart  and  aim, 

Thy  servant,  Lord,  to  be ! 
The  hardest  toil  to  undertake 

"With  joy  at  Thy  command ! 
The  meanest  office  to  receive 

With  meekness  at  Thy  hand  I 


LAXD  OF  LUTHER.  55 

With  willing  heart  and  longing  eyes, 

To  watch  before  Thy  gate, 
Ready  to  run  the  weary  race, 

To  bear  the  heavy  weight ; 
No  voice  of  thunder  to  expect, 

But  follow  calm  and  still, 
For  love  can  easilv  divine 

The  One  Beloved's  will. 

Thus  may  I  serve  Thee,  gracious  Lord 

Thus  ever  Thine  alone, 
My  soul  and  body  given  to  Thee, 

The  purchase  Thou  hast  won : 
Through  evil  or  through  good  report 

Still  keeping  by  Thy  side, 
By  life  or  death,  in  this  poor  flesh 

"Let  Christ  be  magnified! 

How  happily  the  working  days 

In  this  dear  service  fly ! 
How  rapidly  the  closing  hour, 

The  time  of  rest,  draws  nigh ! 
When  all  the  faithful  gather  home, 

A  joyful  company, 
And  ever  where  the  Master  is, 

Shall  His  blest  servants  be, 

Spitta 


56  HYMNS  FROM  THE 


THE    DESIRED    HAVEN*. 

*  Lord,  now  lettest  Thou  Thy  servant  depart  in  peao«,  ai 
eording  to  Thy  word."— Luke  2  :  29. 

"Lord,  the  waves  are  breaking  o'er  nic 

and  around; 
Oft  of  coming  tempests  I  hear  the  moan 

ing  sound : 
Here  there  is  no  safety,  rocks  on  eithei 

hand ; 
'Tis  a  foreign  roadstead,  a  strange  and 

hostile  land. 
"Wherefore  should  I  linger  ?  others,  gone 

before, 
Long  since  safe  are  landed  on  a  calm  and 

friendly  shore : 
Now  the  sailing  orders  in  mercy,  Lord, 

bestow — 

Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go ! 


1  Lord,  the  night  is  closing  round  my  fee- 
ble bark ; 

How  shall  I  encounter  its  watches  long 
and  dark  ? 

Sorely  worn  and  shattered  by  many  a 
billow  past, 

Can  I  stand  another  rude  and  stormy 
blast  ? 


LAUD   Of  LUTHER.  57 

All !  the  promised  haven  I  never  may 
attain, 

Sinking  and  forgotten  amid  the  lonely 
main; 

Enemies  around  me,  gloomy  depths  be- 
low. 

Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go 


u  Lord,  I  would  be  near  Thee,  with  Thee 

where  Thou  art — 
Thine  own  word  hath  said  it,  'tis  '  better 

to  depart,' 
There  to  serve  Thee  better,  there  to  love 

Thee  more, 
With  thy  ransomed  people  to  worship 

and  adore. 
Ever  to   Thy  presence   Thou  dost  call 

Thine  own — 
Why    am    I    remaining,   helpless    and 

alone  ? 
Oh!  to  see  Thy  glory,   Thy  wondrous 

love  to  know ! 

Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  I 


"Lord,  the  lights  are  gleaming  from  the 
distant  shore, 
Where  no  billows  threaten,  where  no 
tempests  roar. 


53  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

Long  beloved  voices  calling  me  I  hear — 
Oh !  how  sweet  their  summons  falls  upon 

my  ear ! 
Here   are  foes  and  strangers,  faithless 

hearts  and  cold, 
There  is  fond  affection,  fondly  proved  of 

old! 
Let  me  haste  to  join  them :  may  it  not 

be  so? 

Loose  the  cable,  let  me  go  T' 

Hark,  the  solemn  answer !  hark,  the  pro- 
mise sure ! 
*  Blessed  are    the  servants  who  to   the 
end  endure ! 
Yet  a  little  longer  hope  and  tarry  on — 
Yet  a  little  longer,  weak  and  weary  one  1 
More  to  perfect  patience,  to  grow  in  faith 

and  love, 
More  my  strength  and  wisdom,  and  faith- 
fulness to  prove : 
Then  the  sailing  orders  the  Captain  shall 
bestow — 

Loose  the  cable,  let  thee  go !" 
Uhbekanntks. 


LAND   CF   LUTHER.  59 


THE   LONG   GOOD-NIGHT. 


"Havfxg  a  desire  to  depart,  and  to  be  with  Christ ;  which 
Is  far  better."— Phil.  1  :  23. 


"Ich  fahr  dahir.  mit  Freuden." 

I  journey  forth  rejoicing, 
From  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

To  heavenly  joy  and  freedom, 
From  earthly  bonds  and  fears : 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  shall  gather 
All  His  redeemed  again, 

His  kingdom  to  inherit. 

Good-night,  till  then ! 

Go  to  thy  quiet  resting, 

Poor  tenement  of  clay  ! 
From  all  thy  pain  and  weakness 

I  gladly  haste  away  ; 
But  still  in  faith  confiding 

To  find  thee  yet  again, 
All  glorious  and  immortal. 

Good-night,  till  then  I 

Why  thus  so  sadly  weeping, 
Belov'd  ones  of  my  heart  ? 

The  Lord  is  good  and  gracious, 
Though  now  He  bids  us  part 


60  HYMNS   FRC1I   THE 

Oft  have  we  met  iu  gladness, 

And  we  shall  meet  again, 
All  sorrow  left  behind  us 

Good-night,  till  then ! 

I  go  to  see  His  glory, 

Whom  we  have  loved  below ; 
I  go,  the  blessed  angels, 

The  holy  saints  to  know. 
Our  lovely  ones  departed, 

I  go  to  find  again, 
And  wait  for  you  to  join  us. 

Good-night,  till  then! 

I  hear  the  Saviour  calling — 
The  joyful  hour  has  come , 
The  angel-guards  are  ready 
To  guide  me  to  our  home, 
Where  Christ  our  Lord  shall  gather 

All  His  redeemed  again, 
His  kingdom  to  inherit. 

Good-night,  till  then ! 

Unbekanntes. 


LAra  OF  LUTHER.  61 


ALL   THINGS   ARE  YOURS. 

t.l'oE  all  things  are  yours;  whether  Panl,  or  Apollos,  or 
Cephas,  or  the  world,  or  life,  or  death,  or  things  present,  or 
things  to  come  ;  all  are  yours." — 1  Coe.  3  :  21,  22. 

u  Alles  Ut  euer  1—0  Worte  des  ewigen  Lebens." 

All  things  are  yours  !  Oh !  sweet  message 

of  mercy  divine ! 
Christian  brothers,  rejoice  in  your  portion 
and  mine ! 

Ours  the  high  prize. 
"Which  poor  sinners  despise, 
And  for  a  vain  world  resign. 

Raise  your  affections  and  heart  to  your 

home  in  the  sky, 
Then  let  the  earth  and  its  vanities  wither 
and  die ; 

Tour  joys  shall  last, 
When  theirs  are  long  past — 
Your  treasure  is  laid  up  on  high. 

All  things  are  yours,  my  beloved !  our  Lord 

from  above 
Watches  his  people  with  tender  compassion 
and  love. 

Hear  his  dear  voice : 

li^iy  brethren,  rejoice ! 

Nothing  your  safety  shall  movel' 


62  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Ail  of  things  present  that  earth  and  her 

fulness  can  yield, 
All  of  things  future  from  knowledge  and 
fancy  concealed, 

Life's  varied  tale, 
Death's  dark,  dreaded  vale, 
A.11  as  your  portion  revealed ! 

Heaven  and  earth,  and  the  sea,  and  the 

systems  of  light, 
Spirits  unnumbered,  angelic  hosts  holy  and 
bright, 

All  are  for  thee, 
Brother !  be  joyful  with  me, 
Let  us  in  praises  unite ! 

Does  thy  heart  sink  in  the  conflict  with  fear 

and  despair  ? 
Are  tears  overflowing  from  fountains  of 
sorrow  and  care  ? 

On  yonder  shore, 
See,  they  are  weeping  no  more — 
Old  things  have  passed  away  there  1 

Praise  to  the  Saviour,  whose  death  our  sal- 
vation secures  I 
Praise  to  the  Father,  whose  mercy  for  eve? 
endures ! 

New  songs  of  praise 
Evermore  let  us  raise. 
Amen  1  yes,  all  things  are  yours  I 

SrniTBABX. 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  63 


THE   WIDOW  OF  NAUST. 

u  Ant>  when  the  Lord  saw  her,  he  had  compassion  on  her, 
Hid  said  unto  her,  Weep  not." — Luke  1  :  13. 

"0  susses  Wort." 

Oh  !  sweetest  words  that  Jesus  could  have- 
sought, 
To  soothe  the  mourning  widow's  heart, 
"Weep  not  I" 
They  fall  with  comfort  on  my  ear, 
"When  life  is  dark  and  trouble  near. 


They  were  not  whispered    accents,   but 

aloud 
The   Saviour  spake  them    to    the   silent 
crowd, 
That  each  might  hear  His  heavenly  voice, 
And  in  the  widow's  joy  rejoice ! 

Words,  that  were  spoken  amid  sorrow's 
strife, 

/ind  in  the  very  midst  of  death  and  life ; 
They  shall  refresh  my  soul  at  last, 
And  strengthen  me  rill  life  is  past. 

If  poverty  obscures  my  earthly  lot, 
Then  shall  I  hear  my  Saviour  say,  "Weep 
not." 


64  HYMNS   FROM  THE 

To  G-od  the  Father  raise  thine  eye, 
For  still  He  hears  the  raven's  cry. 

And,   oh !    should  persecution's    ruthless 

hand 
Grant  me  no  quiet  possession  in  the  land, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  calms  each  thought — 
Heaven  is  thy  dwelling-place:  "Weep 
not!" 

Though  death  the  dearest  of  my  heart  hath 

slain, 
Jesus  shall  yet  restore  my  dead  again ; 
"  Weep  not,"  He  says,  "  poor  weary  one, 
But  think  what  I  at  Nain  have  done !" 

When  I  myself  am  drawing  near  to  death, 
This  Jesus  shall  be  there,  and  thus  He  saith: 
"  The  race  is  run,  the  battle  fought, 
I  am  thy  light,  thy  life  :  '  Weep  not  l'  " 

Oh !  sweetest  words  that  Jesus  could  haye 

sought, 
To  cheer  His  weary  troubled  ones*  <f  Weep 
not!" 
Thrice  blessed  words  I  I  listening  stay, 
Till  grief  and  sorrow  flee  away  ! 

Dfi.  Johann  Horn. 


LAJTD  OF   LUTHER.  $ft 


CONFLICT. 

44  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  O  my  soul !  and  why  art  thoa 
disquieted  within  me  ?  hope  thou  in  God  ;  for  I  shall  yet  praiM 
Him,  who  is  the  health  of  my  countenance,  and  my  God."— 
Psalm  43  :  5. 

u  Schobxe  Sonne,  kommst  du  endlich  wieder  I  H 

Sux  of  comfort,  art  thou  fled  for  ever  ? 

Light  of  joy,  wilt  thou  return  at  last  ? 
Shall  I  sing  again  the  song  of  morning, 

When  the  watches  of  the  night  are  past  ? 
Ah  !  delay  not,  long-expected  dawning  1 

Scatter  the  thick  clouds  and  mist  away, 
Which  so  dark  on  feeling  and  devotion, 

Over  heart  and  memory  rest  to-day  ! 

Weeping  I  have  stood  alone  in  darkness, 

G-loomy  cliffs  above,  and  depths  below 
On  the  narrow  pathway  all  forsaken, 

Left  to  wrestle  with  the  accusing  Foe. 
Doubt  and  unbelief,  and  dark  forebodings 

Fearful  spectres  gathering  around  ; 
Ah !  my  dizzy  brain  and  foot  were  failing, 

Tottering  over  the  abyss  profound  I 

Yet  One  held  me  back !  An  arm  almighty, 
Sjtrong  to  save,  as  Satan  to -destroy! 

From  the  giddy  precipice  He  caught  me, 
Drew  me  from  despair  to  life  and  joy. 


66  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Jesus  was  my  Helper !     Saving  mc^y 
Is  His  work,  His  glory,  His  delight ; 

Many  a  chain  of  darkness  He  has  broken, 
Changed  to  sunshine    many  a  dismal 
night. 

I  will  trust  again  His  love,  His  power, 

Though  I  can  not  feel  His  hand  to-day ; 
To  His  help  anew  I  will  betake  me, 
Though  His  countenance  seem  turned 
away! 
Though  without  one  smile,  one  gracious 
token, 
Through  the  flames  and  floods  my  path 
must  go ; 
When  the  fires  subside,  the  waves  pass 
over, 
My  Deliverer  I  again  shall  know. 

Yes,  the  light  of  comfort  shall  return, 

Joy's  sweet  sun  shall  shine  again  at  last  ; 
I  shall  sing  the  gladsome  song  of  morning, 

When  the  watches  of  the  night  are  past ; 
It  shall  reappear,  the  welcome  dawning, 

Scattering  the  clouds  and  mist  away, 
Which  so  dark  on  feeling  and  devotion, 

Over  heart  and  memory  rest  to-day  I 

T  shall  find  again  the  hopes  long  vanished, 
Like  tli  >  swallows  when  the  storms  are 


LAXD  OF  LUTHER.  67 

Fountains  shall  be  opened  in  the  desert, 
Streams  by  the  wayside,  while  journey- 
ing on. 
Flowers  of  love  and  promise  shall  be  spring- 
ing 
"Where  the  cruel  thorn  and  wormwood 
sprung, 
And  the  homeward  path  lie  bright  in  sun- 
shine, 
Where  my  sad  harp  on  the  willows  hung. 

Lanoa 


IiOVE   TO    CHRIST. 

■  Whom  having  not  seen  ye  love." — 1  Pet.  1  :  8. 
"  Ich  will  Dich  lieben." 

I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  treasure ! 

I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  strength ! 
I  will  love  Thee  without  measure, 

And  will  love  Thee  right  at  length. 
Oh  I  I  will  love  Thee,  Light  Divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine  I 

Alas  I  that  I  so  lately  knew  Thee— 
Thee,  so  worthy  of  the  best ; 

Nor  had  sooner  turned  to  view  Thee, 
Truest  Good,  and  only  Rest ! 


68  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

The  more  I  love,  I  mourn  the  more 
That  I  did  not  love  before  1 

Far  I  ran,  and  wander'd  blindly, 

Seeking  some  created  light ; 
Then  I  sought,  but  I  could  not  find  Thee— 

I  had  wandered  from  Thee  quite ; 
Until  at  last  Thou  art  made  known 
Through  Thy  seeking,  not  my  own  1 

I  will  praise  Thee,  Sun  of  Glory ! 

For  Thy  beams  have  gladness  brought 
I  will  praise  Thee,  will  adore  Thee, 

For  the  light  I  vainly  sought ; 
Will  praise  Thee  that  Thy  words  so  blest 
Spake  my  sin-sick  soul  to  rest  I 

In  Thy  footsteps  now  uphold  me, 

That  I  stumble  not  nor  stray. 
When  the  narrow  way  is  told  me, 

Never  let  me  ling'ring  stay. 
But  come  my  weary  soul  to  cheer, 
Shine,  Eternal  Sunbeam,  here ! 

Be  my  heart  more  warmly  glowing, 
Sweet  and  calm  the  tears  I  shed ; 

And  its  love,  its  ardor  showing, 
Let  my  spirit  onward  tread. 

Still  near  to  Thee,  and  nearer  still, 

Draw  this  heart,  this  mind,  this  will. 


LAKB  CF  LUTHER.  69 

I  will  love,  in  joy  and  sorrow ! 

Crowning  joy  !  will  love  Thee  welL, 
1  will  love  to-day,  to-morrow, 

"While  I  in  this  body  dwell ! 
Oh !  I  will  love  Thee,  Light  Divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine ! 

JOHANN  AxOELUfc, 


PARTING. 

■  What  mean  ye  to  vreep,  and  to  break  mint  heart  !**— 
Acts  21  :  13. 

u  Was  macht  ihr,  dass  ihr  weinet." 


"What  mean  ye  by  this  wailing, 

To  break  my  bleeding  heart  ? 
As  if  the  love  that  binds  us 

Could  alter  or  depart ! 
Our  sweet  and  holy  union 

Knows  neither  time  nor  place ; 
The  love  that  G-od  has  planted 

Is  lasting  as  His  grace. 

Te  clasp  these  Lands  at  parting, 
As  if  no  hope  could  be  ; 

"While  still  we  stand  for  ever 
In  blessed  unity  I 


f  0  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Ye  gaze,  as  on  a  vision 

Ye  never  could  recall, 
"While  still  each  thought  is  with  you> 

And  Jesus  with  us  £.11 1 

Ye  say,  "We  here,  thou  yonder, 

Thou  goest,  and  we  stay  !" 
And  yet  Christ's  mystic  body 

Is  one  eternally. 
Ye  speak  of  different  journeys, 

A  long  and  sad  adieu ! 
"While  still  one  way  I  travel, 

And  have  one  end  with  you ! 

Why  should  ye  now  be  weeping 

These  agonizing  tears  ? 
Behold  our  gracious  Leader, 

And  cast  away  your  fears. 
"We  tread  one  path  to  glory, 

Are  guided  by  one  hand, 
And  led  in  faith  and  patience 

Unto  one  Fatherland  I 

Then  let  this  hour  of  parting 

No  bitter  grief  record, 
But  be  an  hour  of  union 

More  blessed  with  cur  Lord  I 
"With  Him  to  guide  and  save  us, 

No  changes  that  await, 
No  earthly  separations 

Can  leave  us  desolate ! 

Spitta. 


r,ANT>   OP  LUrHEB.  11 

THE    ANGEL    OF    PATIENCE. 

"Ys  liave  need  of  patience.— Heb.  10  :  36." 
■  Es  zieht  ein  stiller  Engel  durch  dieses  Erdenland." 

A  gentle  Angel  walketh  throughout 

world  of  woe, 
With    messages  of  mercy   to    mourning 

hearts  below ; 
Hi3  peaceful  smile  invites  them  to  love  and 

to  confide, 
Oh!  follow  in  His  footsteps,  keep  closely  by 

His  side  I 

So  gently  will  He  lead  thee  through  all  the 

cloudy  day, 
And  whisper  of  glad  tidings  to  cheer  the 

pilgrim- way ; 
His  courage  never  failing,  when  thine  is 

almost  gone, 
He  takes  thy  heavy  burden,  and  helps  to 

bear  it  on. 

To  soft  and  tearful  sadness  He   changes 

dumb  despair, 
And  soothes  to  deep  submission  the  storm 

of  grief  and  care  ; 


72  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Where  midnight  shades  are  brooding  Ho 

pours  the  light  of  noon, 
And  every  grievous  wound  He  heals,  most 

surely,  if  not  soon. 

He  will  not  blame  thy  sorrows,  while  He 
brings  the  healing  balm  ; 

He  does  not  chide  thy  longings,  while  He 
soothes  them  into  calm  ; 

And  when  thy  heart  is  murmuring,  and 
wildly  asking  why  ? 

He  smiling  beckons  forward,  points  up- 
ward to  the  sky. 

He  will  not  always  answer  thy  questions 
and  thy  fear, 

His  watchword  is  "Be  patient,  the  jour- 
ney's end  is  near!" 

And  ever  through  the  toilsome  way,  He 
tells  of  joys  to  come, 

And  points  the  pilgrim  to  his  rest,  the 
wanderer  to  his  home.  Brtm. 


LANT)  OF  LUTHER.  *3 

LOOKING   HOME. 

*'  Havixo  a  desire  to  iepart."— Phil.  1  :  28. 
"  Aca,  una  wird  da3  Herz  so  leer." 

Ah  I  this  heart  is  void  and  chill 
'Mid  earth's  noisy  thronging— 

For  the  Father's  mansions  still 
Veh'mently  is  longing  1 

In  the  garments  once  so  strong, 
Now  are  rents  distressing ; 

And  the  sandals  borne  so  long, 
Heavily  are  pressing. 

Oh !  to  be  at  home,  and  gain 
All  for  which  we're  sighing— 

Prom  all  earthly  want  and  pain 
To  be  swiftly  flying. 

"With  this  load  of  sin  and  care, 

Then  no  longer  bending, 
But  with  waiting  angels  there, 

On  our  Lord  attending ! 

Ah !  how  blessed,  blessed  they 

Who  have  rightly  striven, 
And  rejoice  eternally 

With  their  Lord  in  heaven ! 

Spitta. 


74  HYMNS  FROM   THE 


MOKNITCG   HYMN*. 

"My  voicj  ahalt  thou  hear  in  the  morning,  0  Lord.*-* 
Psalm  5  ;  8. 

"  Moroen  ghinz  der  Ewigkeit." 

Jesus,  Sun  of  righteousness, 
Brightest  beam  of  Love  Divine, 

TVith  the  early  morning  rays 
Do  Thou  on  our  darkness  shine, 

And  dispel  with  purest  light 

All  our  night  1 

As  on  drooping  herb  and  flower 
Falls  the  soft  refreshing  dew, 

Let  Thy  Spirit's  grace  and  power 
All  our  weary  souls  renew ; 

Showers  of  blessing  over  all 

Softly  faU! 

Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray, 

May  Thy  love,  with  tender  glow, 

All  our  coldness  melt  away, 
"Warm  and  cheer  us  forth  to  go, 

Gladly  serve  Thee  and  obey 

All  the  day  1 

O  our  only  Hope  and  Guide  1 
Never  leave  us  nor  forsake ; 


LAXD   OF  LUTHER.  7  ft 

Heep  us  ever  at  Thy  side, 

Till  the  eternal  morning  break, 
Moving  on  to  Zion  hill 
Homeward  still  I 

Lead  us  all  our  days  and  years 
In  Thy  straight  and  narrow  way ; 

Lead  us  through  the  vale  of  tears 
To  the  land  of  perfect  day, 

Where  Thy  people,  fully  blest, 

Safely  rest !        Knov.  von  KeK»YoTa 


BECAL1... 

"Return,  ye  backsliding  chiidrw,  and  I  will  a-»- 
fceckslidings."— Jee.  3  :  22. 

"Kehre  wieder,  kehr«  ^ader.'T 

Return,  return ! 
Poor,  long  lost  wanderer,  hom^ ! 

"With  all  thy  bitter  tears, 
Thy  heavy  burdens,  come ! 
As  thou  art  all  sin  and  pain, 
Pear  not  to  implore  in  vain  : 
See,  the  Father  comes  to  meet  thee, 

Points  to  mercy's  open  door ; 
"Words  of  life  and  promise  greet  thef 
Ah !  return,  delay  no  more  I 


^6  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Return,  return ! 
From  strife  and  tumult  vain 

To  quiet  solitude, 
To  silent  thought  again. 
There  the  storms  shall  sink  to  rest 
Which  now  desolate  thy  breast ; 
There  the  Spirit,  long  neglected, 

"Waits  with  bliss  before  unknown; 
And  the  Saviour,  long  rejected, 

Claims  and  seals  thee  for  His  own 

Return,  return! 
From  all  thy  crooked  ways ; 

Jesus  will  save  the  lost, 
The  fallen  He  can  raise. 
Look  to  Him,  who  beckons  thee 
From  the  cross  so  lovingly. 
See  His  gracious  arms  extended ; 

Fear  not  to  seek  shelter  there, 
Where  no  grief  is  unbefriended, 

Where  no  sinner  need  despair. 

Return,  return ! 
To  thy  long-suffering  Lord. 

Fear  not  to  seek  His  grace, 
To  trust  His  faithful  word ; 
Yield  to  Him  thy  weary  heart — 
He  can  heal  its  keenest  smart ; 
He  can  soothe  the  deepest  sorrow 

Wash  the  blackest  guilt  away : 
Then  delay  not  till  to-morrow, 

Seek  His  offered  gifts  to-day. 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  tt 

Return,  return ! 
From  all  thy  wanderings,  home  1 

From  vanity  and  toil, 
To  rest  and  substance,  come ! 
Come  to  Truth  from  Error's  night, 
Come  from  darkness  unto  light, 
Come  from  death  to  life  undying, 

Prom  a  fallen  earth  to  Heaven — 
Now  the  accepted  time  is  flying, 

Haste  to  take  what  God  has  given  I 

S  PITTA. 


GOING   HOME. 

"  But  I  would  not  have  you  to  be  ignorant,  brethren,  con- 
cerning them  which  are  asleep,  that  ye  sorrow  not,  even  u 
othera  which  have  no  hope." — 1  Thess.  4  :  13. 

"  Uxsee  Lieben  sind  geschieden." 

Our  beloved  have  departed, 
While  we  tarry  broken-hearted, 

In  the  dreary,  empty  house ; 
They  have  ended  life's  brief  story, 
They  have  reached  the  home  of  glory, 

Over  death  victorious  I 

Hush  that  sobbing,  weep  more  lightly  f 
On  we  travel,  daily,  nightly, 
To  the  rest  that  they  have  found. 


78  HYMNS  FROM  7HB 

Are  we  not  upon  the  river, 
Sailing  fast  to  meet  for  ever, 
On  more  holy,  happy  grounA  2 

Whilst  with  bitter  tears  we're  rnourkJi^ 
Thought  to  buried  loves  returning, 

Time  is  hasting  us  along, 
Downward  to  the  grave's  dark  dwelling; 
Upward  to  the  fountain  welling 

With  eternal  life  and  song ! 

See  ye  not  the  breezes  hieing  ? 

Clouds  along  in  hurry  flying  ? 
But  we  haste  more  swiftly  on — 

Ever  changing  our  position, 

Ever  tossed  in  strange  transition- 
Here  to-day,  to-morrow  gone ! 

Every  hour  that  passes  o'er  us 
Speaks  of  comfort  yet  before  us, 

Of  our  journey's  rapid  rate ; 
And  like  passing  vesper-bells, 
The  clock  of  time  its  chiming  tells, 

At  eternity's  broad  gate. 

On  we  haste,  to  home  invited, 
There  with  friends  to  be  united 

In  a  surer  bond  than  here ; 
Meeting  soon,  and  met  for  ever ! 
Glorious  hope !  forsake  us  never, 

For  thy  glimmering  light  is  dear 


LAND  OP  LUTHER.  T9 

Ah  1  the  way  is  shining  clearer 
As  we  journey  ever  nearer 
To  the  everlasting  home. 
Friends,  who  there  await  our  landing, 
Comrades,  round  the  throne  now  stand- 

TVe  salute  you,  and  we  come ! 

Langs 


THE  JOURNEY  TO  JERUSALEM. 

u  A>T>  they  were  in  the  way  going  np  to  Jerusalem  ;  and 
Jesus  went  before  them  ;  and  they  were  amazed ;  and  as  thej 
followed,  they  were  afraid." — Maek  10  :  32. 

"  Jesc,  was  hat  dich  getrieben." 

Jesus  !  what  was  that  which  drew  Thee 

To  Jerusalem's  ancient  gate  ? 
Ah  !  the  love  that  burned  so  truly, 

"VToold  not  suffer  Thee  to  wait ! 
On  Thou  journeyedst,  thus  securing 
Me  a  city  more  enduring ! 

To  my  spirit  now  draw  nearer, 

Lord,  as  to  Jerusalem  ! 
Let  each  moment  prove  Thee  dearer  ; 

Make  this  heart  a  Bethlehem  1 
Thus  my  Saviour's  love  possessing. 
Surely  I  have  Salem's  blessing  \ 


80  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

To  the  world  Thou  hast  sent  me, 
Like  the  twelve  that  saw  Thy  face 

Lead  me  through  the  journey  gently, 
Keep  me  near  Thee  by  Thy  grace. 

My  allotted  work  fulfilling, 

Ever  ready,  ever  willing. 

Let  me  gladly  see  my  calling, 

When  and  where  Thou  sendest  me, 

Never  into  darkness  falling, 
Gazing  on  futurity ; 

But  obey  when  Thou  hast  bidden, 

Though  Thy  counsel  should  be  hidden. 

Let  me  follow  Thee,  my  Saviour, 
Not  with  words  or  empty  show ; 

But  my  heart,  my  life,  behavior, 
Prove  Thy  presence  here  below. 

Meekly  with  the  froward  bearing, 

And  each  brother's  burden  sharing ! 

Oh,  my  Lord !  if  Thou  shouldst  ever 

Call  me  desolate  to  roam, 
For  Thy  truth  and  conscience  sever 

Every  tie  of  house  and  home, 
Then  draw  nearer,  if  Thou  smite  ID9; 
Let  not  crosses  disunite  me. 

So  shall  I,  hosannahs  singing, 
All  the  desert- way  rejoice 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  81 

Late  and  early,  praises  bringing, 
But  with  feeble,  earthly  voice. 
Though  these  broken  notes  distress  me, 
Jesus  I  Thou  wilt  hear  and  bless  me  I 

Laueentius  Laueextl 


THE   MERCHANT. 

m  Again',  the  kingdom  of  heaven  is  like  unto  a  merchantman 
seeking  goodly  pearls  :  who?  when  he  had  found  one  pearl  of 
great  price,  went  and  sold  ail  that  he  had,  and  bought  it."— 
Matt.  13  :  45,  46. 

"  Eixen*  Kaufmann  sieht  man  oline  Gleichen." 

Once  a  merchant  travelled  far  and  wide, 
Over  mountain-chains  and  ocean's  tide  ; 
Slighted  and  despised  on  every  hand, 
Wearily  he  passed  from  land  to  land. 

Not  with  treasure  treasures  to  acquire, 
Seemed  the  wanderers  purpose  or  desire ; 
Gold  and  silver  he  regarded  not — 
Pearls  alcne  with  eagerness  he  sought. 

Many  were  produced  to  meet  his  call  ; 
Strictly  he  examined,  weighed  them  all ; 
Nothing  could  deceive,  or  please  his  eye : 
Calmly  he  surveyed,  and  passed  them  by. 
6 


82  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Sadly  he  pursued  his  search  around— 
Ah !  the  One  midst  many  was  not  found  I 
Stars  indeed  he  saw,  but  not  the  Sun 
All  his  longings  sought  and  dwelt  upon. 

"Weary  now  with  all  his  wanderings  vain, 
To  his  native  home  he  turns  again  ; 
There  he  finds  a  Fisher  on  the  strand, 
Stooping  down  to  draw  a  net  to  land. 

What  new  treasures  of  the  deep  are  these  7 
Who  this  unknown  Stranger  of  the  seas  ? 
Changed  His  aspect  now,  His  bearing  high, 
While  He  speaks  with  gentle  dignity  : 

"  Peace  be  with  thee !     Now  thou  mayest 

obtain 
All  so  long  desired  and  sought  in  vain — 
Thou  'mid  many  fools  the  only  wise, 
At  thy  journey's  end  behold  the  prize  1" 

"  5Tes,  it  is  the  One,  beyond  compare, 
Sought  so  long,  abandoned  in  despair ; 
Stranger,  speak,  how  may  it  be  my  own  V 
ilAU  thou  hast  can  be  the  price  alone." 

"  Be  it  so !"  he  joyfully  replied ; 

"Lord,  take  all,  and  take  myself  beside! 

For  in  wondrous  love  Thou  bring'st  from 

heaven 
What  no  monarch  has  or  could  have  given." 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  83 

And  the  world  deceived  and  foolish  call 
Him,  who  for  one  jewel  gave  his  all ; 
But  unheeding  what  they  think  or  say, 
Glad  and  satisfied  .he  goes  his  way. 

Food  is  his  which  they  have  never  known — 
Cordials  granted  to  himself  alone  : 
From  earth's  vanities  and  cares  set  free, 
Now  he  walks  in  peace  and  liberty. 

Wondrous  blessings  reach  him  from  above ; 
Love  comes  down  to  meet  the  heart  of 

love ; 
Ever  as  he  views  his  treasure  bright, 
All  his  soul  is  filled  with  life  and  light. 

.  Blessed  they  who  find  the  priceless  gem ! 
Blessed  they  who  seek  !  It  shines  for  them 
Brightly  still,  the  prize  by  God  revealed, 
For  the  victor  on  Faith's  battle-field. 

Feoh  the  Kibchen-freund*. 


84  flTMNS  FROM  THE 

SUBMISSION. 

"In  your  patience  possess  ye  yonr  souls." — Lctke  21  :  It. 
"  Stille,  meln  Wille  !  dein  Jesu  LiLft  siegen." 

Be  still,  my  soul ! — the  Lord  is  on  thy  side ; 
Bear  patiently  the  cross  of  grief  and 
pain ; 
Leave  to  thy  God  to  order  and  provide — 
In  every  change  He  faithful  will  remain. 
Be  still,  my  soul ! — thy  best,  thy  Heavenly 

Friend 
Through  thorny  ways  leads  to  a  joyful  end. 

Be  still,  my  soul ! — thy  God  doth  under- 
take 
To  guide  the  future,  as  He  has  the  past : 

Thy  hope,  thy  confidence,  let  nothing  shake, 
All  now  mysterious  shall  be  bright  at 
last. 

Be  still,  my  soul ! — the  waves  and  winds 
still  know 

His  voice  who  ruled  them  while  He  dwelt 
below. 

Be  still,  my  soul  I — when  dearest  friends 
depart, 
And  all  is  darkened  in  the  vale  of  tears, 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  85 

Then  shalt  thou  better  know  His  love,  His 

heart, 
"Who  comes  to  soothe  thy  sorrow  and  thy 

fears. 
Be  still,  my  soul ! — thy  Jesus  can  repay 
From  His  own  fulness  all  He  takes  away. 

Be  still,  my  soul ! — the  hour  is  hastening 
on 
When  we  shall  be  for  ever  with   the 
Lord — 

When  disappointment,  grief,  and  fear  are 
gone, 
Sorrow  forgot,   Love's  purest  joys   re- 
stored. 

Be  still,  my  soul ! — when  change  and  tears 
are  past, 

All  safe  and  blessed  we  shall  meet  at  last. 

Be  still,  my  soul  I— begin  the  song  of  praise 
On  earth,   believing,   to   thy  Lord   on 
high; 
Acknowledge  Him  in  all  thy  works  and 
ways, 
So  shall  He  view  thee  with  a  well- 
pleased  eye. 
Be  still,  my  soul ! — the  Sun  of  life  divine 
Through  passing  clouds   shall  but  more 
brightly  shine.  Uxbekannte* 


88  HYMNS  FROM  THE 


THE    BELIEVER'S    DYING    TES- 
TAMENT. 


"  I  am  now  ready  to  be  offered,  and  the  time  of  my  departure 
e  at  hand."— 2  Tim.  4  :  6. 

"  Ich  habe  Lust  zu  scheiden." 


Weary,  waiting  to  depart, 

My  spirit  longs  for  flight ; 
Still  I  gaze  with  throbbing  heart 

To  Zion's  fields  of  light. 
When  His  summons  shall  be  sent, 

No  dweller  hero  may  know — 
To  my  dying  testament, 

Friends,  hearken,  ere  I  go ! 

G-od,  my  Father,  to  Thy  hand 

This  spirit  I  bequeath ; 
Guide  it  through  this  desert  land, 

And  through  the  gates  of  death. 
By  Thy  gift  this  soul  was  mine — 

Take  it  to  Thyself  again, 
So  shall  it  for  ever  Thine 

In  life  and  death  remain. 

What,  0  Jesus,  shall  I  make 

An  offering  to  Thee  ? 
Ah  t  these  sins,  these  sorrows  take^ 

So  grievous,  Lord,  to  mo. 


LA.XD  OF  LUTHER.  8t 

In  the  crimson,  stream  that  rlows, 

My  Saviour,  from  Thy  side, 
Thus  my  faith  each  burden  throws, 

Hide  them,  for  ever,  hide  I 

0  thou  Spirit  of  all  might  I 

I  yield  Thee  my  last  sigh, 
And  to  Thee,  in  death's  dread  fight^ 

I  send  my  latest  cry ! 
As  life's  pulses  steal  away, 

Oh !  speak  peace  to  me ! 
And  let  my  fainting  soul  that  day 

Nothing  save  Jesus  see. 

Angels,  take  these  flowing  tears 

Prom  my  pale  cheeks  away  ! 
Te  can  pity  earth-born  fears, 

And  gladly  will  obey. 
Bear  me  to  my  Saviour's  care, 

In  these  kind  arms  of  love, 
And  let  me  for  ever  share 

Tour  tearless  bliss  above. 

Ye  beloved  ones,  and  true, 

Who  weeping  round  me  bencj, 
Though  I  go,  I  leave  with  you 

Tour  everlasting  Friend. 
Take  my  parting  blessing,  then. 

And  weep  for  me  no  more— 
Surely  we  shall  meet  again 

On  the  eternal  shore ! 


88  HTMNS  FR021  THE 

Earth,  poor  earth,  I've  spent  on  thee 

A  long  and  clouded  day: 
Take  as  my  last  legacy, 

This  dwelling-house  of  clay ; 
In  thy  keeping  it  must  fall 

To  humble  dust  once  more, 
But,  ere  long,  thy  graves  shall  all 

In  living  truth  restore ! 

This  is  my  last  testament — 

God !  fix  Thy  seal  thereto! 
Now  I  wait  in  calm  content, 

With  heaven  full  in  view. 
Resting  on  my  Lord  in  faith, 

I  pass  securely  on, 
Knowing  when  I  conquer  death 

My  heritage  is  won  1 

»  B.  ScnMOLK. 


WAITING. 

"  Mine  hour  is  not  yet  come." — John  2  ,  4 
u  Meinb  ?tund  1st  noch  nicht  kommoti.'1 

14  Jesus'  hour  is  not  yet  come ';" 

Let  this  word  thine  answer  be, 
Pilgrim,  asking  for  thy  home, 

Longing  to  be  blest  and  free. 
Yet  a  season  tarry  on — 
Nobly  borne  is  nobly  done. 


LAND   OF    LUTHER.  89 

While  oppressing  cares  and  fears, 
Night  and  day  no  respite  leave, 

Still  prolonged  through  many  years, 
None  to  help  thee  or  relieve, 

IT  old  the  word  of  promise  fast, 

Till  deliverance  comes  at  last. 

Every  creature-hope  and  trust 

Every  earthly  prop  or  stay, 
May  lie  prostrate  in  the  dust, 

May  have  failed  or  passed  away ; 
Then  when  darkness  falls  the  nigfet, 
Jesus  .comes,  and  all  is  light. 

Yes,  the  Comforter  draws  nigh 
To  the  breaking,  bursting  heart, 

For,  with  tender  sympathy, 
He  has  seen  and  felt  its  smart : 

Through  its  darkest  hour3  of  ill, 

He  is  waiting,  watching  still. 

Dost  thou  ask,  When  comes  His  hour  ? 

Then,  when  it  shall  aid  thee  best. 
Trust  His  faithfulness  and  power, 

Trust  in  Him  and  quietly  rest. 
Suffer  on,  and  hope,  and  wait — 

Jesus  never  come3  too  late. 


Blessed  day,  which  hastens  fast, 
End  of  conflict  and  of  sin 


90  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Death  itself  shall  die  at  last, 

Heaven's  eternal  joys  begin. 
Then  eternity  shall  prove, 
God  is  Light,  and  God  is  Love.     Swtta. 


PRAISE    AND    PRAYER. 


"  If  any  man  be  in  Christ,  he  is  a  new  creature ;  old  thingt 
are  passed  away ;  behold  all  things  are  become  new."— 2  Cob, 


"O  trkuer  Heiland  Jesu  Christ." 

TVe  praise  and  bless  Thee,  gracious  Lord, 

Our  Saviour  kind  and  true, 
For  all  the  old  things  passed  away, 

For  all  Thou  hast  made  new. 

The  old  security  is  gone, 

In  which  so  long  we  lay ; 
The  sleep  of  death  Thou  hast  dispelled, 

The  darkness  rolled  away. 

New  hopes,  new  purposes,  desires, 
And  joys,  Thy  grace  has  given ; 

Old  ties  are  broken  from  the  earth, 
New  ones  attach  to  heaven* 


L1ND   OF   LUTHER,  91 

But  yet  how  much  must  be  destroyed 

How  much  renewed  must  be, 
Ere  we  can  fully  stand  complete 

In  likeness,  Lord,  to  Thee  1 

Ere  to  Jerusalem  above, 

The  holy  place,  we  come, 
Where  nothing  sinful  or  denied 

Shall  ever  find  a  home  ! 

Thou,  only  Thou,  must  carry  on 

The  work  Thou  hast  begun  : 
Of  Thine  own  strength  Thou  must  impart, 

In  Thine  own  ways  to  run. 

Ah  I  leave  us  not — from  day  to  day 

Revive,  restore  again ; 
Our  feeble  steps  do  Thou  direct, 

Our  enemies  restrain. 

TVhate-'er  would  tempt  the  soul  to  stray, 

Or  separate  from  Thee, 
That,  Lord,  remove,  however  dear 

To  the  poor  heart  it  be ! 

TVhen  the  flesh  sinks,  then  strengthen  Thou 

The  spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  us  to  feel  Thy  service  sweet, 

And  light  Thy  yoke  of  love, 


92  HYMNS  FROM   THE 

So  shall  we  faultlesss  stand  at  last 

Before  Thy  Father's  throne, 
The  blessedness  for  ever  ours, 

The  glory  all  Thine  own  I  Spiita. 


CALVARY. 


"  Fliesst,  ihr  AugeD,  Fliesst  vou  Thranen." 

Flow,  my  tears,  flow  still  faster, 

Thus  my  guilt  and  sin  bemoan  ; 
Mourn,  my  heart,  in  deeper  anguish, 

Over  sorrows  not  thine  own  ! 

See,  a  spotless  Lamb  draw  nigh 

To  Jerusalem  to  die ; 

For  thy  sins,  the  sinless  One ; 

Think !  ah  I  think  what  thou  hast  done ! 

See  Him  stand  while  cruel  fetters 

Bind  the  hands  that  framed  the  world, 

While  around  Him  bitter  mocking, 
Laughter  and  contempt  are  hurled. 
Heathen  rage  and  Jewish  scorn, 
Meekly  for  our  sins  are  borne. 
Sin  has  brought  Him  from  above  : 
Who  can  fathom  such  a  love  ? 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  93 

Soon  the  heavy  doom  is  spoken, 

Even  Pilate's  pleading  ceased  , 
Jesus  to  the  cross  is  chosen, 

And  Barabbas  is  released ! 

Ah !  there  is  no  loving  word, 

Xot  one  voice  of  pity  heard ! 

But  the  loud  and  frenzied  cry, 
"  Crucify  Him,  crucify  l" 

Can  we  view  the  Saviour  given 

To  the  smiter's  hands  for  us  ? 
Can  we  all  unmoved,  unhumbled, 

See  Him  mocked  and  slighted  thus  ? 

Yiew  the  thorny  chaplet  made, 

For  His  meek  and  silent  head, 
Hear  the  loud  and  angry  din, 

And  not  tremble  for  our  sin  ? 

Follow  from  the  hall  of  judgment 

This  sad  Saviour  on  His  way ; 
out.  in  spirit,  as  ye  journey, 

Often  pause,  and  humbly  pray ; 

Pray  the  Father  to  behold 

By  the  Son  thy  ransom  told, 

And  a  Substitute  for  thee, 

In  His  "Well-beloved  see ! 

Must  I,  Jesus,  thus  behold  Thee 

In  Thy  toil  and  sorrow  here  ? 
Can  I  nothing  better  yield  Thee 

Than  my  unavailing  tear  ? 


94  HYMNS  FROM   THE 

Lamb  of  God !  I  weep  for  Thee ! 
"Weep,  Thy  cruel  cross  to  see ! 
"Weep,  for  death  that  death  destroys ! 
Weep,  for  grief  that  brings  me  joys  I 

Poor  is  all  that  I  can  offer — 

Soul  and  body  while  I  live ; 
Take  it,  0  my  Saviour,  take  it — 

I  have  nothing  more  to  give. 

Come,  and  in  this  heart  remain  ; 

Let  each  enemy  be  slain ; 

Let  me  live  and  die  with  Thee ; 

To  Thy  kingdom  welcome  me. 

Loud  and  louder  saints  are  singing, 
Glory !  glory !  Christ,  to  Thee ! 

Over  death  and  hell  for  ever 
Thou  hast  triumphed  gloriously. 
I  am  Thine,  and  Thou  art  mine : 
Oh !  to  see  Thy  brightness  shine ! 
Lord !  Thy  day  of  grief  is  o'er, 
Come  in  glory — come  once  more  I 

LAI7RENTID8  LAVBKNTi 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  95 

REUNION". 

M I  shall  go  to  him."— 2  Sam.  IS  :  33. 
u  Wiedersehn  !  ja,  wiedersehn  wird  einst.;t 

Meet  again !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again^ 
Though  now  we  part  in  pain  ! 

His  people  all 

Together  Christ  shall  call. 

Hallelujah ! 

Soon  the  days  of  absence  shall  be  o'er, 

And  thou  shalt  weep  no  more  ; 
Our  meeting  day 
Shall  wipe  all  tears  awar. 

Hallelujah ! 

Now  I  go  with  gladness  to  our  home, 
With  gladness  thou  shalt  come  ; 

There  I  will  wait 

To  meet  thee  at  heaven's  gate. 
Hallelujah  t 

Dearest !  what  delight  again  to  share 
Our  sweet  communion  there  ! 

To  walk  among 

The  holy  ransomed  throng. 

Hallelujah! 


96  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Here,  in  many  a  grief,  our  hearts  were  one^ 

But  there  in  joys  alone ; 
Joy  fading  never, 
Increasing,  deepening  ever. 

Hallelujah ! 

Not  to  mortal  sight  can  it  be  given 
To  know  the  bliss  of  heaven  ; 

But  thou  shalt  be 

Soon  there,  and  sing  with  me, 

Hallelujah  I 

Meet  again !  yes,  we  shall  meet  again, 
Though  now  we  part  in  pain ! 
Together  all 
His  people  Christ  shall  call. 

Hallelujah ! 
M.  A.  ZiLLft 


JJ2SUS  ALL-SUFFICIENT. 

**  The  Lord  is  my  portion,  saith  my  soul." — Lam.  3  :  24. 
«  Wenn  ich  Ilin  nur  habe." 

If  only  He  is  mine — 

If  but  this  poor  heart 

Never  more,  in  grief  or  joy, 

May  from  Him  depart, 

Then  farewell  to  sadness, 

All  I  feel  is  love,  and  hope,  and  gladness. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  9T 

If  only  He  is  mine, 

Then  from  all  below, 
Leaning  on  my  pilgrim-staff, 
Gladly  forth  I  go 
From  the  crowd  who  follow 
In  the  broad,  bright  road,  their  pleasures 
false  and  hollow. 

If  only  He  is  mine, 

Then  all  else  is  given ; 
Every  blessing  lifts  my  eyes 
And  my  heart  to  heaven. 
FilTd  with  heavenly  love, 
Earthly  hopes  and  fears  no  longer  tempt  to 
move. 

There,  where  He  is  mine, 

Is  my  Fatherland, 
And  my  heritage  of  bliss 
Daily  cometh  from  His  hand. 
Now  I  find  again 

ji  His  people  love  long  lost,  and  mourn'i 
in  vain.  \ovalis 


98  HYMNS  FROM  THE 


ANTICIPATION. 


"  Beloved,  now  are  we  the  sons  of  God :  and  it  doth  not  yd 
•ppear  what  we  shall  be." — 1  John  3  :  2. 


"  Wie  wird  mlr  seyn?" 

What  shall  I  be,  my  Lord,  when  I  behold 

Thee 
m  In  awful  majesty  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  7mid  th7  eternal  glories  that  enfold 

me, 
In   strange    bewilderment,    0  Lord,   I 

stand? 
What  shall  I  be  ? — these  tears,  they  dim  my 

sight, 
I  can  not  catch  the  blissful  vision  right. 


What  shall  I  be,  Lord,  when  Thy  radiant 
glory, 
As  from  the  grave  I  rise,  encircles  me  ; 
When  brightly  pictured  in  the  light  before 
me, 
What  eye  hath  never  seen,  my  eyes  shall 
see? 
What  shall  I  be  ?    Ah !  blessed  and  sub 

lime 
Is  the  dim  prospect  of  that  glorious  time  I 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  99 

What  shall  I  be,  when  days  of  grief  are 

ended, 
From  earthly  fetters  set  for  ever  free ; 
"When  from  the  harps  of  saints  and  angels 

blended, 
I  hear  the  burst  of  joyful  melody? 
What  shall  I  be,   when,  risen  from  the 

dead, 
Sin,  death,  and  hell  I  never  more  shall 

dread  ? 

What    shall  I  be,    when  all  around  are 

thronging 
The  loved  of  earth,  where  I  have  come 

to  dwell ; 
When  all  i3  joy  and  praise — no  anxious 

longing, 
No  bitter  parting,  and  no  sad  farewell  ? 
What  shall  I  be  ?   Ah !  how  the  streaming 

light 
Can  lend  a  brightness  to  this  dreary  night ! 

Yes ;  faith  can  never  know  the  full  salva* 
tion, 
Which  Jesus  for  His  people  will  prepare  ; 
Then  will  I  wait  in  peaceful  expectation, 
Till  the  Good  Shepherd  comes  to  take 
me  there. 
My  Lord,  my  God,  a  blissful  end  I  see, 
Though  now  I  know  not  what  I  yet  shall 
be !  Laxgbeckeb* 


100  EYMNS  FROM  THE 


GOD    CALLING    YET. 


K  Unto  you,  O  men,  I  call ;  and  ray  voice  is  to  the  soxa  of 
in."— Pro  v.  8  :  4. 

"  Gott  rufet  noch  I" 


God  calling  yet !  —  and  shall    I    never 

hearken, 
But    still    earth's    witcheries    my    spirit 

darken  ? 
This  passing  life,  these  passing  joys,  all 

flying, 
And  still  my  soul  in  dreamy  slumbers 

lying! 

God  calling  yet ! — and  I  not  yet  arising, 
So  long  His  loving,  faithful  voice  despising; 
So  falsely  His  unwearied  care  repaying : 
He  calls  me  still,  and  still  I  am  delaying. 


God  calling  yet! — loud  at  my  door  is 
knocking, 

And  I  my  heart,  my  ear,  still  firmer  lock- 
ing: 

He  still  is  ready,  willing  to  receive  me, 

Is  waiting  now,  but  ah!  He  soon  may 
leave  me. 


LAXD  OF  LLTHER.  101 

God  calling  yet! — and  I  no  answer  giv* 

I  dread  Hi3  yoke,    and  am  in  bondago 

Hying  ; 
Too  long  I  linger,  but  not  yet  forsaken, 
Ho   calls  me   still.    0    my    poor    heart, 

awaken  I 

Ah !  yield  Him  all — all  to  His  care  confid- 
ing: 

Where  but  with  Him  are  rest  and  peace 
abiding  ? 

Unloose,  unloose,  break  earthly  bonds 
asunder. 

And  let  this  spirit  rise  in  soaring  wonder. 

G-od  calling  yet !  T  can  no  longer  tarry, 
Nor  to  my  God  a  heart  divided  carry ; 
Now,  vain  and  giddy  world,  your  spells 

are  broken — 
Sweeter  than  all,  the  voice  of  God  has 

spoken!  Geehaed  Terstxbgs* 


102  HYMNS  FROM  THE 


RESIGNATION. 

u  What  !  shall  we  receive  good  at  the  hand  of  God,  ai 
tfiall  we  not  receive  evil?" — Job  2  :  10. 

"  Ich  hab'  in  guten  Stunden." 

I  have  had  my  days  of  blessing, 
All  the  joys  oflife  possessing, 

Unnumber'd  they  appear ! 
Then  let  faith  and  patience  cheer  me, 
Now  that  trials  gather  near  me : 

Where  is  life  without  a  tear  ? 

Yes,  0  Lord,  a  sinner  looking 
O'er  the  sins  Thou  art  rebuking, 

Must  own  Thy  judgments  light. 
Surely  I,  so  oft  offending, 
Must,  in  humble  patience  bending, 

Feel  Thy  chastisements  are  right 

Let  me,  o'er  transgression  weeping, 
Find  the  grace  my  soul  is  seeking ; 

Receiving  at  Thy  throne 
Strength  to  meet  each  tribulation, 
Looking  for  the  great  salvation, 

Trusting  in  my  Lord  alone  ! 

While  'mid  earthly  tears  and  sighing, 
Still  to  praise  Thee  feebly  trying, 
Still  clinging,  Lord,  to  Thee : 


LAND  OF   LUTHER.  103 

Quietly  on  Thy  love  relying, 
I  am  Thine — and,  living,  dying, 
Surely  all  is  well  with  me  ! 

CnSISTIAN  FUECHTEGOTT  GeLLKBT. 


KEST. 

"Wb  which  have  believed  do  enter  into  rest."— Heb.  4  :  i. 
"Ich  bleib  bei  Dir  !  wo  koennt  ich  's  be3ser  haben!" 

I  rest  with  Thee,  Lord !  whither  should  I 
go? 
I  feel  so  blest  within  Thy  home  of  love  ! 
The  blessings  purchased  by  Thy  pain  and 
woe, 
To  Thy  poor  child  Thou  sendest  from 
above. 
Oh  I  never  let  Thy  grace  depart  from  me  : 
So  shall  I  still  abide,  my  Lord,  with  Thee. 

I  rest  with  Thee !     Eternal  life  the  prize 
Thou  wilt  bestow,  when  faith's  good  fight 
is  won  ; 
What  can  earth  give  but  vain  regrets  and 
sighs, 
To  the  poor  heart  whose  passing  bliss  is 
done? 


104  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

For  lasting  joys  I  fleeting  ones  resign, 
Since  Jesus  calls  me  His,  and  He  is  mine. 

I  rest  with  Thee !    No  other  place  of  rest 
Can  now  attract,  no  other  portion  please . 

The  soul,  of  heavenly  treasure  once  possest, 
All  earthly  glory  with  indifference  sees. 

Poor  world,  farewell !  thy  splendors  tempt 
no  more — 

The  power  of  grace  I  feel,  and  thine  is  o'er, 

I  rest  with  Thee  !  with  Thee,  whose  won- 
drous love 
Descends  to  seek  the  lost,   the  fallen 
raise, 
Oh !  that  my  whole  of  future  life  might  prove 
One  hallelujah,  one  glad  song  of  praise ! 
So  shall  I  sing,  as  time's  last  moments  flee 
]tfow  and  for  ever,  Lord,  I  rest  with  Thee  j 
Adolph  Moeaht 


LOOKING   TO   JESUS. 

'*  Hb  is  brought  as  a  lamb  to  the  slaughter,  and  as  a  sheep 
before  her  shearers  is  dumb,  so  he  openeth  not  his  mou-th."— 
Isaiah  53  :  7. 

"  0  stilles  Lamm." 

0  silent  Lamb !  for  me  Thou  hast  endured, 
♦Tesus,  Thou  holy,  perfect,  sinless  One  I 


LAND   UF  LUTHER.  105 

Thy  grief  and  bitter  anguish  have  secured 
My  soul's  salvation,  when  this  race  is 
run. 
Then,  let  me,  to  Thine  image  true, 
Thus  meekly  suffer,  with  the  crown  in 
view. 


The  narrow  way  that  leads  us  up  to  hea- 
ven, 
Must  here  through  strife  and  tribulation 
he; 
Then  on  the  thorny  path  may  strength  bo 
given, 
This  sinful  flesh,  0  Lord,  to  crucify. 
Oh !  take  this  feebleness  away, 
And  make  me  strong  to  meet  each  future 
day! 

Here,  daily  crosses  come  to  try  our  weak* 
ness, 
Here,  every  member  must  some  burden 
bear; 
But,  0  my  Saviour,  if  I  take  with  meek- 
ness, 
The  cross  appointed  by  Thy  lovo  and 
care, 
Too  great,  too  long,  it  will  not  be, 
For  it  is  weigh'd  and  measured  out  by 
Thee. 


106  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

If  thus  we  journey  patiently  through  sad- 
ness, 
Each  grief  will  mako  us  dearer  to  our 
Lord  ; 
But  if  we  flee  the  cross,  in  search  of  glad- 
ness, 
"We  can  not  shun  His  dread,  avenging 
sword. 
Oh !  blessed  they  who  hear  the  call, 
Who  take  the  cross,  and  follow,  leaving 
all! 


So  help  me,  Lord,  Thy  holy  will  to  suffer, 

And  still  a  learner  at  Thy  feet  to  be ; 
Give  faith  and  patience  when  the  way  is 
rougher, 
And  at  the  end  a  joyful  victory. 
Thus  grief  itself  is  changed  to  song, 
Ofttimes  on  earth,  but  evermore  ere  long. 
Karl  IIeinrich  von  Bogatikl 


LA2TD   OF   LUTHER.  107 


PKAISE. 


44  Lkt  every  thing  that  hath  breath  praise  the  Lord.    Prahrt 
ye  the  Lord."— Psalm  150  :  6. 

"  Lo3E  den  H6iren !" 


Praise  to  Jehovah !  the  almighty  King  of 

Creation ! 
Swell    heaven's   chorus,   chime  in  every 
heart,  every  nation ! 
0  my  soul !  wake — 
Harp,  lute,  and  psaltery  take, 
Sound  forth  in  glad  adoration. 

Praise  to  Jehovah !  whose  love  o'er  thy 

course  is  attending, 
Redeeming  thy  life,  and  thee  from  all  evil 
defending. 

Through  all  the  past, 
0  my  soul !    over  thee  cast, 
His  sheltering  wings  were  bending  1 

Praise  to  Jehovah !  whose  fence  has  been 

planted  around  thee, 
TVho,  from  His  heavens,  with  blessing  and 
mercy  has  crowned  thee. 
Think,  happy  one ! 
What  He  can  do,  and  has  done, 
Since  in  His  pity  Ho  found  thee. 


108  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

Praise  to  Jehovah !  all  that  has  breath  praise 

Him,  sing  praises ; 
Bless  God,  0  my  soul,  and  all  that  is  in  me, 
sing  praises. 
In  Him  rejoice, 
Until  for  ever  thy  voice 
The  hymn  of  eternity  raises ! 

JOAOHIM  NEANDEtt. 


HYMN  SUNG  AT    A  FUNEBAL. 


"  Herb  we  have  no  continuing  CU7,  but  we  Book  on©  to 
come."— Heu.  13  :  14. 

"  Wohlauf  !  wohlan !  zum  letzten  Sang, 
Kurz  ist  dor  Weg,  die  Ruho  ist  lung.'* 


Come  forth !  come  on,  with  solemn  song ! 
The  road  is  short,  the  rest  is  long ! 
The  Lord  brought  here,  He  calls  away  • 

Make  no  delay, 
This  home  was  for  a  passing  day. 

Here  in  an  inn  a  stranger  dwelt, 
Here  joy  and  grief  by  turns  he  felt ; 
Poor  dwelling,  now  we  close  thy  door  I 

The  task  is  o'er, 
The  sojourner  returns  no  more ! 


LAND  OF  LUTHER.  109 

Now  of  a  lasting  home  possest, 
He  goes  to  seek  a  deeper  rest. 
Good-night  1  the  day  was  sultry  here, 

In  toil  and  fear, 
Good-night !  the  night  is  cool  and  clear. 

Chime  on,  ye  bells !  again  begin, 
And  ring  the  Sabbath  morning  in, 
The  laborer's  week-day  work  is  done, 

The  rest  begun, 
Which  Christ  hath  for  His  people  won  J 


Now  open  to  us,  gates  of  peace  I 
Here  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  cease. 
Ye  quiet  slumberers,  make  room 

In  your  still  home, 
For  the  new  stranger  who  has  come  I 

How  many  graves  around  us  he  ! 
How  many  homes  are  in  the  sky ! 
Tes,  for  each  saint  doth  Christ  prepare 

A  place  with  care : 
Thy  home  is  waiting,  brother,  there  I 

Jesus,  Thou  reignest,  Lord  alone, 
Thou  wilt  return  and  claim  Thine  own. 
Come  quickly,  Lord  !  return  again ! 

Amen !  Amen ! 
Thine  seal  U3  ever,  now  and  then ! 

F.  Saciibb. 


110  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


BESUKRECTIOK". 

"  This  corruptible  must  put  on  incorruption,  and  tlus  mortal 
must  put  on  iinmo'^ality." — 1  Cob.  15  :  53. 

"  Auferstehn,  ja  auferstehn." 

Thou  shalt  rise  !  my  dust,  thou  slialt  arise ! 

Not  always  closed  thine  eyes  ; 
Thy  life's  first  Giver 
"Will  give  thee  life  for  ever. 

Ah  I  praise  His  name  ! 

Sown  in  darkness,  but  to  bloom  again. 
When,  after  winter's  reign, 

Jesus  is  reaping 

The  seed  now  quietly  sleeping. 

Ah  !  praiso  His  name ! 

Day  of  praise !   for  thee,  thou  wondrous 

day, 
In  my  quiet  grave  I  stay ; 
And  when  I  number 
My  days  and  nights  of  slumber, 
Thou  wakest  me ! 

Then,  as  they  who  dream,  we  shall  ariss 

With  Jesus  to  the  skies, 

And  find  that  morrow, 
The  weary  pilgrim's  sorrow 

All  past  and  gone ! 


LAND  OP  LUTHER.  Ill 

Then,  with  the  Holiest  I  tread, 
By  my  Kedeemer  led, 

Through  Heaven  soaring, 
His  holy  name  adoring 
Eternally ! 

Klopstock. 


HERE    AND    THERE. 


"  Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  heard,  neither  have  ent«rod  Into 
the  heart  of  man,  the  things  which  God  hath  prepared  for  thou 
that  love  him."— 1  Cok.  2  :  9. 


"  Was  kein  Auge  hat  gesehen." 

What  no  human  eye  hath  seen, 
What  no  mortal  ear  hath  heard, 

What  on  thought  hath  never  been 
In  its  noblest  flights  conferred — 

This  hath  G-od  prepared  in  store 

For  His  people  evermore ! 

"When  the  shaded  pilgrim-land 
Fades  before  my  closing  eye, 

Then  reveal'd  on  either  hand 
Heaven's  own  scenery  shall  lie 

Then  the  veil  of  flesh  shall  fall, 

Now  concealing,  darkening  alL 


112  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Heavenly  landscapes,  calmly  bright, 
Life's  pure  river  murmuring  low, 

Forms  of  loveliness  and  light, 
Lost  to  earth  long  time  ago ; 

Yes,  mine  own,  lamented  long, 

Shine  amid  the  angel  throng  1 

Many  a  joyful  sight  was  given, 
Many  a  lovely  vision  here — 

Hill,  and  vale,  and  starry  even, 
Friendship's  smile,  Affection's  tear ; 

These  were  shadows,  sent  in  love, 

Of  realities  above ! 

When  upon  my  wearied  ear 
Earth's  last  echoes  faintly  die, 

Then  shall  angel-harps  draw  near — 
All  the  chorus  of  the  sky ; 

Long-hushed  voices  blend  again, 

Sweetly,  in  that  welcome-strain. 

Here  were  sweet  and  varied  tones, 
Bird,  and  breeze,  and  fountain's  fall, 

Yet  creation's  travail-groans 
Ever  sadly  sigh'd  through  all. 

There  no  discord  jars  the  air — 

Harmony  is  perfect  there  1 

When  this  aching  heart  shall  rest, 
All  its  busy  pulses  o'er, 


LAKD  OF  LUTHER.  113 

From  her  mortal  robes  undrest 
Shall  my  spirit  upward  soar. 
Then  shall  unimagined  joy 
All  my  thoughts  and  powers  employ. 

Here  devotion's  healing  balm 

Often  came  to  soothe  my  breast— 

Hours  of  deep  and  holy  calm, 
Earnests  of  eternal  rest. 

But  the  bliss  was  here  unknown, 

Which  shall  there  be  all  my  own  ! 

Jesus  reigns,  the  Life,  the  Sun 
Of  that  wondrous  world  above ; 

All  the  clouds  and  storms  are  gone?, 
All  is  light,  and  all  is  love. 

All  the  shadows  melt  away 

In  the  blazo  or  perfect  day !  Lajjoe. 


114  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


JOY  IN   BELIEVING. 

"If  any  man  be   in  Christ,  he  is  a  new  creature."  «• 
1  Cor.  5 :  17. 

"  Ich  glaube,  Hallelujah  !" 

Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 

Now  the  giddy  world  stands  fast, 
Now  my  soul  has  found  an  anchor 

Till  the  night  of  storm  is  past. 
All  the  gloomy  mists  are  rising, 

And  a  clue  is  in  my  hand, 
Through  earth's  labyrinth  to  guide  me 

To  a  bright  and  heavenly  land. 

Hallelujah !  I  believe ! 

Sorrow's  bitterness  is  o'er, 
And  affliction's  heavy  burden 

"Weighs  my  spirit  down  no  more. 
On  the  cross  the  mystic  writing 

Now  revealed  before  me  lies, 
And  I  read  the  words  of  comfort, 
u  As  a  father,  I  chastise." 

Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 

Now  no  longer  on  my  soul 

All  the  debt  of  sin  is  lying- 
One  great  Friend  has  paid  the  whole  I 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  115 

Ice-bound  fields  of  legal  labor 
I  have  left,  with  all  their  toil ; 

"While  the  fruits  of  love  are  growing 
From  a  new  and  genial  soil. 

Hallelujah  !  I  believe ! 

Now  life's  mystery  is  gone, 
Gladly  through  its  fleeting  shadows, 

To  the  end  I  journey  on. 
Through  the  tempest  or  the  sunshine, 

Over  flowers  or  ruins  led, 
Still  the  path  is  homeward  hasting, 

Where  all  sorrow  shall  have  fled, 

Hallelujah  !  I  believe  ! 

Now,  0  Love  !  I  know  thy  power, 
Thine  no  false  or  fragile  fetters, 

Not  the  rose-wreaths  of  an  hour  ! 
Christian  bonds  of  holy  union, 

Death  itself  does  not  destroy ; 
Yes,  to  live,  and  love  forever, 

Is  our  heritage  of  joy ! 

M5  WES. 


116  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


LOWLY, 


"  Blessed  are  the  poor  in  spirit:  for  theirs  is  the  kiugdoq 
cf  heaven." — Matt.  5  :  3. 


"Hinab  geht  Christi  Weg." 

Christ's  path  was  sad  and  lowly, 

But  yet  thou,  in  thy  pride, 
Wouldst  climb  the  highest  summit, 

And  on  the  hight  abide  ! 
Wouldst  thou  to  heaven  arise  ? 

Thy  Lord  the  way  will  show  thee ; 
For  who  would  climb  these  skies, 

Must  first  with  Him  be  lowly. 

Lowly,  my  soul,  be  lowly — 

Follow  the  paths  of  old : 
The  feather  riseth  lightly, 

But  never  so  the  gold  ! 
The  stream,  descending  fast, 

Has  gathered,  quietly,  slowly— 
A  river  rolls  at  last — 

Therefore,  my  soul,  be  lowly. 

Lowly,  my  ey*?s,  be  lowly : 
God,  from  His  throne  above, 

Looks  down  upon  the  humble, 
Iu  kindness  and  in  love. 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  117 

Still,  as  1  rise,  I  shall 

Have  greater  depths  below  me, 
And  haughty  looks  must  fall — 

Therefore,  mine  eyes,  be  lowly. 

Lowly,  my  hands,  be  lowly  : 

Christ's  poor  around  us  dwell, 
Stoop  down,  and  kindly  cherish 

The  flock  He  loves  so  well. 
Not  toiling  to  secure 

This  world's  fame  and  glory — 
Thy  Saviour  blessed  the  poor, 

Therefore,  my  hands,  be  lowly, 

Lowly,  my  heart,  be  lowly : 

So  God  shall  dwell  with  thee ; 
It  is  the  meek  and  patient 

Who  shall  exalted  be. 
Deep  in  the  valley  rest 

The  Spirit's  gifts  most  holy, 
And  they  who  seek  are  blest — 

Therefore,  my  heart,  be  lowly 

Lowly,  I  would  be  lowly  ! 

This  frame,  to  earth  allied, 
Must  first  to  dust  be  humbled 

Ere  it  be  glorified  ! 
My  God,  prepare  me  here 

For  all  that  lies  before  me ; 
I  would  in  heaven  appear, 

And  so  I  would  be  lowly. 

IXGOLSTELLER. 


118  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


THE   CHRISTIA-N"   CROSS. 


"Then  said  Jesu3  unto  his  disciples.  If  any  man  will  conifl 
after  me,  let  him  deny  himself,  and  take  up  his  cross,  and 
•ollow  me."— Matt.  16  :  24. 


"  Der  Christen  Schmuck  und  Ordensband." 

The  Christian's  badge  of  honor  here, 

Has  ever  been  the  cross  ; 
And  when  its  hidden  joys  appear, 

He  counts  it  gain,  not  loss. 

He  bears  it  meekly,  as  is  best, 
While  struggling  here  with  sin  ; 

He  wears  it  not  upon  his  breast, 
Ah !  no,  it  is  within. 

And  if  it  bring  him  pain  or  shame, 

He  takes  it  joyfully, 
For  well  he  knows  from  whom  it  came 

And  what  its  end  shall  be. 

Only  a  little  while  'tis  borne, 
And  as  a  a  pledge  is  given. 

Of  robes  of  triumph,  to  be  worn 
For  evermore  in  heaven. 

Spitta. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  119 


SONG   OF   THE   SOJOURNER. 


"I  am  a  stranger  with  thee  and  a  sojourner,  as  all  my 
ftrthers  were."— Pbalm  39  :  12. 


"  Ich  bin  ein  Gast  auf  Erden." 

A  pilgrim  and  a  stranger, 

I  journey  here  below ; 
Far  distant  is  my  country, 

The  home  to  which  I  go. 
Here  I  must  toil  and  travel, 

Oft  weary  and  opprest, 
But  there  my  God  shall  lead  me 

To  everlasting  rest. 

I've  met  with  storms  and  danger, 

Even  from  my  early  years, 
With  enemies  and  conflicts, 

With  fightings  and  with  fears. 
There's  nothing  here  that  tempts  me 

To  wish  a  longer  stay, 
So  I  must  hasten  forwards, 

No  halting  or  delay. 

It  is  a  well-worn  pathway — 

Many  have  gone  before : 
The  holy  saints  and  prophets, 

The  patriarchs  of  yore. 


120  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

They  trod  the  toilsome  journey 
In  patience  and  in  faith  ; 

And  them  I  fain  would  follow, 
Like  them  in  life  and  death  ! 

Who  would  share  Abraham's  blessing, 

Must  Abraham's  path  pursue, 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

Like  him,  must  journey  through. 
The  foes  must  be  encountered, 

The  dangers  must  be  passed  ; 
Only  a  faithful  soldier 

Receives  the  crown  at  last. 

So  I  must  hasten  forwards — 

Thank  God,  the  end  will  come  I 
This  land  of  my  sojourning 

Is  not  my  destined  home. 
That  ever  more  abideth, 

Jerusalem  above,   , 
The  everlasting  city, 

The  land  of  light  and  love. 

There  still  my  thoughts  are  dwelling, 

'Tis  there  I  long  to  be  ! 
Come,  Lord,  and  call  Thy  servant 

To  blessedness  with  Thee ! 
Come,  bid  my  toils  be  ended, 

Let  all  my  wanderings  cease  ; 
Call  from  the  wayside  lodging,. 

To  the  sweet  home  of  peace  ! 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  121 

There  I  shall  dwell  forever, 

Xo  more  a  stranger  guest, 
With  all  Thy  blood-bought  children 

In  everlasting  rest. 
The  pilgrim  toils  forgotten, 

The  pilgrim  conflicts  o'er, 
All  earthly  griefs  behind  us, 

Eternal  joys  before  ! 

Paul  Gerhardt. 


THE   CHRISTIAN   HOUSEHOLD 


"And  they  constrained  Him,   saying,  Abide  with   us."- 
Ldii  24  :  29. 


"  0  selig  Hau3,  wo  man  dich  aufgenommen." 

0  happy  house  !  where  Thou  art  loved  tht 
best, 
Dear  Friend  and  Saviour  of  our  race, 
Where  never  comes  such  welcomed  hon- 
ored Guest, 
Where  none  can  ever  fill  Thy  place  ; 
Where   every  heart  goes  forth  to  meet 
Thee, 
WTiere  every  ear  attends  Thy  word, 
Where  every  lip  with  blessing  greets  Thee, 
Where  all  are  waiting  on  their  Lord. 


122  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

0  happy  house !   where  two  are  one  in 
heart, 

In  faith  and  hope  are  one, 
Whom  death  can  only  for  a  little  part, 

Not  end  the  union  here  begun  ; 
Who  share  together  one  salvation, 

Who  would  be  with  Thee,  Lord,  always, 
?n  gladness  or  in  tribulation, 

In  happy  or  in  evil  days. 

0  happy  house  !  whose  little  ones  are  given 

Early  to  Thee,  in  faith  and  prayer — 
To  Thee,  their  Friend,  who  from  the  hights 
of  heaven 

Guards  them  with  more  than  mother's 
care. 
O  kappy  house  !  where  little  voices 

Their  glad  hosannas  love  to  raise, 
And  childhood's  lisping  tongue  rejoices 

To  bring  new  songs  of  love  and  praise. 

0  happy  house  !  and  happy  servitude  ! 

Where  all  alike  one  Master  own ; 
Where  daily  duty,  in  Thy  strength  pursued, 

Is  never  hard  nor  toilsome  known  ; 
Where  each  one  serves  Thee,  meek  and 
lowly, 

Whatever  Thine  appointment  be, 
Till  common  tasks  seem  great  and  holy, 

When  they  are  done  as  unto  Thee. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  123 

0  happy  house  !  where  Thou  art  not  forgot 

When  joy  is  flowing  full  and  free  ; 
0  happy  house !  where   every  wound  is 
brought, 
Physician,  Comforter,  to  Thee. 
Until  at  last,  earth's  day's-work  ended, 

All  meet  Thee  in  that  home  above, 
From  whence  Thou  earnest,  where  Thou 
hast  ascended, 
Thy  heaven  of  glory  and  of  love  ! 

Spitta. 


THE   TWO    JOURNEYS. 

"  Tnm  shall  ye  return,  and  discern  between  the  righteous 
and  the  wicked ;  between  him  that  serveth  God,  and  him 
that  serveth  him  not." — Mal.  3  :  18. 

"  Wonis,  wohm?" 

"  Whither,  oh !  whither  ?"     "  With  blind- 
folded eyes, 
Down  a  wild  torrent  under  stormy  skies, 
A  gulf  between  two  dark  eternities, 

Drifting,  we  know  not  where  !" 

"  Whither  oh !  whither  ?"     "  To  a  land  of 
light, 
A  home  of  loveliness  serene  and  bright, 
Joyfully  hastening  with  steady  flight, 
Our  hearts  before  us  there  1" 


124  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

"  Whither,  oh  !  whither  ?"     "  Life's  short 
pleasures  past, 
Hope's  funeral  knell  the  sound  on  every 

blast, 
Heaven's  entrance  closed,  to  ruin  hurried 
fast, 
A  leaf  before  the  wind  I" 

u  Whither,  oh  !  whither?"  " Pilgrims  near 
their  home, 
No  longer  in  a  foreign  land  to  roam ; 
Bright  and  beloved  ones  waiting  til]  we 
come, 
All  sorrow  left  behind  !" 


"Whither,   oh!    whither?"      "Who  the 
path  can  say 
To  where  some  star  will  lend  a  cheering 

ray? 
Or  through  earth's  labyrinth  direct  our 
way, 

So  wildly  sought  in  vain  !" 

"Whither,  oh!    whither?"     "Christ  the 
risen  One, 
Through  life  and  death,  hath  now  to 

glory  gone, 
He  sends  Ilis  messengers  to  lead  us  on — 
The  way  is  broad  and  plain  !" 


LAND    OF    LUTHER.  125 

44  Whither,  oh !  whither?''  "  Terrible  reply 
From  yon  white  throne  of  judgment  in 
the  sky : 
*  Depart,  accursed  !  from  my  presence  fly 
Forever' — awful  word  !" 

li  Whither,  oh  !  whither  ?"     Washed  from 
earthly  stain, 
No  more  to  wander  or  to  fall  again  ; 
Forever  with  the  Father  to  remain, 
Forever  with  the  Lord  I" 

Mowes. 


A  LITTLE  WHILE. 


"A  little  while,  and  ye  shall  not  see  me:  and  again  a 
little  while,  and  ye  shall  see  me ;  because  I  go  to  the  Father." 
—Jobs  16 :  16. 


■  Tiber  «ein  kleines  !"  so  sprach  Er  in  naechtlicher  Stunde, 

44  A  little  while  I" — so  spake  our  gracious 
Lord 
To  the  sad  band  around  that  sacred 
board, 

While  His  long-burdened  heart 
Already  felt  the  smart 


126  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

'Tis  for  thee  also,  weeping,  weary  one  ! 
Are  not  all  things  around  thee  hasten- 
ing on  ? 

Thy  Father's  hand  ordains 
All  these,  thy  griefs  and  pains  — 
"  A  little  while  !" — they,  too,  are  past  and 
gone. 

Have  all  the  lights  of  love  quite  died 

away? 
Has  thy  last  star  withdrawn  its  cheering 
ray? 

Till  the  long  night  wears  past, 
Weeping  and  prayer  must  last ; 
But  joy  approaches  with  the  dawning 
day. 

Do  friends  misunderstand,  or  mock  thy 

pain? 
Hast  thou  too  fondly  trusted,  loved  in 
vain? 

The  Faithful  One  and  True 
Can  blighted  hopes  renew, 
And  hearts  long  severed  reunite  again. 

"A  little  while !" — the  fetters  clasp  no  more, 

The  spirit,  long  enthralled,  is  free  to  soar, 

And  takes  its  joyful  flight, 

On  radiant  wings  of  light, 

To  the  blest  mansions  of  the  heavenly 

shore. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  12*7 

There  end  the  longings  of  the  weary 

breast, 
The  good  sought  after  here  is  there 
possest ; 

Ride  o'er  the  stormy  sea, 
Poor  bark  !  soon  shalt  thou  be 
In  the  calm  haven  of  eternal  rest. 

"A little  while!"  look  forward  and  hope 
on! 
Soon  shall  the  troubled  dreams  of  night 
be  gone. 

The  shadows  pass  away 
Before  the  abiding  day, 
The  Saviour  comes,  to  claim  and  bless 
His  own  !  Meta  Hauser. 


SHADOW  AND    SUBSTANCE. 

"  But  the  word  of  the  Lord  endureth  forever.  And  thia 
is  the  word  which  by  the  Gospel  is  preached  unto  you."— 
I  Pet.  1  :  25. 

"  Dab  Leben  ist  gleich  einem  Traum." 

This  life  is  like  a  flying  dream, 
Or  like  the  vapor  from  the  stream, 
Or  like  the  grass  that  grows  to-day, 

But  fades  away, 
When  winds  across  it  roughly  play. 


128  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

Only  Thyself,  my  God,  art  now 

Just  as  Thou  wert — my  Kefuge  Thou  — • 

Though  rock  and  mountain  be  destroyed, 

There  is  no  void, 
With  Thy  loved  presence  still  enjoyed. 

Thus  sojourning  in  this  low  scene, 
Upon  my  Saviour  I  would  lean, 
And  learn  as  moments  quickly  fly, 

Self  to  deny, 
Dead  to  the  world,  before  I  die. 


Vain  joys,  away !  yea,  spread  your  wings 
For  I  have  tasted  better  things. 
I  seek  a  portion  all  divine, 

Ever  to  shine  ; 
Lord  Jesus  make  me  wholly  Thine. 
Joachim  Neande*. 


LAND   OP   LUTHER.  129 

THE  MISSIONARY  ON  THE  SEA 
SHORE. 

"  Ahd  a  vision  appeared  to  Paul  in  the  night :  There  stood 
a  man  of  Macedonia,  and  prayed  him,  saying,  Come  over  into 
Macedonia,  and  help  us." — Acts  16  :  9. 

"  Wib  echaumt  so  feierlich  zu  unsern  Fuessen." 

Dark  mighty  Ocean,  rolling  to  our  feet ! 
In  thy  low  murmur  many  voices  meet, 
The  sound  of  distant  lands  brought  strange- 
ly near 

To  Fancy's  ear. 

From  shores  unknown  comes  the  sweet 

Sabbath  bell, 
New  languages  the  old  glad  tidings  tell, 
We  hear  the  hymn  of  praise — the  martyr's 

song — 

All  borne  along. 

And  starting  at  the  summons,  we  obey, 
And  o'er  thy  waves  prepare  to  find  our  way, 
Leaving  the  ties  of  country  and  of  home, 
Ocean,  we  come ! 

Our  chariot  thou,  to  bear  us  to  the  lands 
Where  fields  of  promise  wait  our  willing 

hands ; 
Thou  and  ourselves  are  servants,  to  fulfill 
Our  Master's  will ! 


130  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

And  whether  in  thy  depths  we  find  a  grave, 
Or  with  our  heart's-blood  dye  the  distant 

wave, 
Or  with  glad  hopes,  upon  thy  billows  borne, 
Homewards  return ; 

Whether  to  death  or  life  our  course  leads 

on — 
The  Master  knows — His  holy  will  be  done  ! 
To  life  eternal,  when  all  storms  are  past, 
We  come  at  last ! 

F.  DE  LA  MOTTE  FOUQUE. 


SABBATH    MORNING    HYMN". 


'*  This  is  the  day  which  the  Lord  hath  made  ;  we  will  r 
Joice  and  be  glad  in  it." — Psalm  118 :  24. 


"Hallelujah!  SchoenerMorgen!" 

Hallelujah  !  Fairest  morning, 
Fairer  than  my  words  can  say, 

Down  I  lay  the  heavy  burden 
Of  life's  toil  and  care  to-day ; 

While  this  morn  of  joy  and  love 

Brings  fresh  vigor  from  above. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  131 

Sunday,  full  of  holy  glory ! 

Sweetest  rest-day  of  the  soul, 
Light  upon  a  darkened  world 

From  thy  blessed  moments  roll 
Holy,  happy  heavenly  day, 
Thou  canst  charm  my  grief  away  ! 

Xow  I  taste  my  Father's  goodness, 
Falling  like  the  morning  dew, 

While  of  pastures  even  fairer 
I  would  take  a  distant  view ; 

Where  my  Shepherd's  flock  I  see, 

Where  my  dwelling  soon  shall  be  ! 

Oh  !  be  silent,  earthly  turmoil, 
I  have  work  more  sweet  and  blest, 

And  each  thought  would  gather  home- 
ward 
On  this  happy  day  of  rest. 

Thus  with  clearer  faith  to  see 

All  my  Lord  has  done  for  me. 

In  the  gladness  of  His  worship, 

I  will  seek  my  joy  to-day : 
It  is  then  I  learn  the  fullness 

Of  the  grace  for  which  I  pray ; 
When  the  word  of  life  is  given 
Like  the  Saviour's  voice  from  heaven. 


132  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

Let  the  day's  sweet  hours  be  ended 
Prayerfully,  as  they  began  ; 

And  Thy  blessing,  Lord,  be  granted, 
Till  earth's  days  and  weeks  are  done ; 

That  at  last  Thy  servant  may 

Keep  eternal  Sabbath  day. 

Schmolk, 


CHARITY. 

"  And  the  King  shall  answer  and  say  unto  them,  Verily  I 

Gy  unto  you,  Inasmuch  as  ye  have  done  it  unto  one  of  the 
ast  of  these  my  brethren,  ye  have  done  it  unto  me." — 
Matt.  25 :  40. 

"  Christ  !  wenn  die  Armen  manchesmal." 

Ah  Christian  !  if  the  needy  poor 
Have  e'er  unheeded  been, 

Beware  lest  at  thy  closed  door 
The  Saviour  stood  unseen. 

Let  heart  and  house'be  open  thrown, 
Thy  gifts  with  others  share  ; 

Let  holy  charity  be  shown 
To  all  who  need  thy  care. 

Then,  while  thy  glance  abroad  is  oast. 

The  Lord  is  by  thy  side  ; 
For  through  the  open  door  He  passed, 

Because  it  was  so  wide. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  133 

And  ere  thy  beating  heart  can  gues3 
Who  entered  by  the  door, 

His  gracious  hands  are  raised  to  bless 
Thy  basket  and  thy  store  ; 

To  bless  thee  all  time's  little  day, 

"With  His  almighty  love  : 
To  bless  the  long  eternity 

That  waits  for  thee  above — 

Where  soon  the  pearly  gate3?  which 
stand, 
To  all  He'll  open  throw, 
Who,  for  His  sake,  with  willing  hand, 
Did  minister  below. 

Hey. 


WE    TOO    AEE    THIXE. 

'Ta«  Lord  reigneth  ;  let  the  earth  rejoice."— Pa  alm  97 :  1. 
"  Hxbb,  unser  Gott,  mit  Ehrfurcht  dienen." 

Lord  our  God,  in  reverence  lowly, 
The  host3  of  heaven  call  Thee  "  holy." 
From  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
From  angel  phalanx,  far  extending, 
In  fuller  tones  is  still  ascending 
The  "holy,  holy,"  of  their  hymn. 


184  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

The  fount  of  joy  Thou  art, 
Ever  filling  every  heart, 
Ever !  ever ! 
We  too  are  Thine,  and  with  them  sing, 
"  Thou,  Lord,  and  only  Thou  art  King." 

Lord,  there  are  bending  now  before  Thee 
The  elders,  with  their  crowned  glory, 
The  first-born  of  the  blessed  band. 
There,  too,  earth's  ransomed  and  for- 
given 
Brought  by  the  Saviour  safe  to  heaven, 
In  glad  unnumbered  myriads  stand. 
Loud  are  the  songs  of  praise 
Their  mingled  voices  raise, 
Ever !  ever ! 
We  too  are  Thine,  and  with  them  sing, 
<(  Thou,  Lord,  and  only  Thou  art  King." 

They  sing  in  sweet,  and  sinless  numbers, 
The  wondrous  love  that  never  slumbers, 
And  of  the  wisdom,  power,  and  might, 
The  truth  and  faithfulness  abiding, 
And  over  all  Thy  works  presiding. 
But  they  can  scarcely  praise  aright ; 
For  all  is  never  sung, 
Even  by  seraph's  tongue, 
Never !  never ! 
We  too  are  Thine,  and  with  them  sing, 
"  Thou,  Lord,  and  only  Thou  art  King." 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  135 

Oh  !  come,  reveal  Thyself  more  fully, 
That  we  may  learn  to  praise  more  truly ; 
Make  every  heart  a  temple  true, 
Filled  with  Thy  glory  overflowing, 
More  of  Thy  love  each  morning  showing, 
And  waking  praises  loud  and  new — 
Here  let  Thy  peace  divine 
Over  Thy  children  shine, 
Ever!  ever! 
And  glad  or  sad,  we  joining  sing, 
14  Thou,  Lord,  and  only  Thou  art  King." 
G.  Tersteegen. 


SUBMISSION. 

"  It  is  the  Lord ;  let  him  do  what  seemeth  him  gcocL"— 
Sam.  3  :  18. 

"  Dv  sollst,"  so  sprach  der  Herr,  "  du  sollst  ermatten." 

Thus  said  the  Lord :  <f  Thy  days  of 
health  are  over !" 

And,  like  the  mist,  my  vigor  fled  away ; 

Till  but  a  feeble  shadow  was  remaining, 

A  fragile  form,  fast  hasting  to  decay. 

The  May  of  life,  with  all  its  blooming 
flowers — 

The  joys  of  life,  in  colors  bright  arrayed— 

The  hopes  of  life,  in  all  their  airy  pro- 
mise— 


136  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

I  saw  them  in  the  distance  slowly  fade : 
Then    sighs  of   sorrow  in  my  soul 

would  rise, 
Then  silent  tears  would  overflow  my 
eyes! 
But  a  warm  sunbeam,  from  a  higher 

sphere, 
Stole  through  the  gloom,  and  dried  up 

every  tear. 
Is  this  Thy  will,  good  Lord "? — the  strife 
is  o'er, 
Thy  servant  weeps  no  more. 

"Thy  cherished  flock  thou  mayest  feed 

no  longer !" — 
Thus  said  the  Lord,  who  gave  them  to 

my  hand ; 
Nor  even  was  my  sinking  heart  permitted 
To  ask  the  reason  of  the  stern  command. 
The  Shepherd's  rod  had  been  so  gladly 

carried, 
The  flock  had  followed  long,  and  loved 

it  well : 
Alas !  the  hour  was  dark,  the  stroke  was 

heavy, 
When  sudden  from  my  nerveless  grasp 

it  fell. 
Then  sighs  of  sorrow  in  my  soul  would 

rise, 
Then  rushing  tears  would  overflow 


my  eyes 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  137 

But  I  beheld  Thee,  0  my  Lord  and  God  ! 

Beneath  the  Cross,  lay  down  the  Shep- 
herd's rod ; 

Is  this  Thy  will,  good  Lord  ? — the  strife 
is  o'er, 
Thy  servant  weeps  no  more. 

"Never  again  thou  mayest  feed  my  people !" 
Thus  said  the  Lord,  with  countenance 

severe  ; 
And  bade  me  lay  aside,  at  once,  forever, 
The  robes  of  office,  honored  long  and 

dear. 
The  sacred  mantle  from  my  shoulders 

falling, 
The  sacred  girdle  loosening  at  His  word, 
I  could  but  think  and  say,  while  sadly 

gazing, 
I  have  been  once  a  pastor  of  the  Lord ! 
Then  groans  of  anguish  in  my  soul 

would  rise, 
Then  burning  tears  would  overflow 

my  eyes  ! 
But   His  own  garment  once  was  torn 

away, 
To  the  rude  soldiery  a  spoil  and  prey ; 
Is  this  Thy  will,  good  Lord  ? — the  strife 

is  o'er, 
Thy  servant  weeps  no  more. 


138  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

"From  the  calm  port  of  safety  rudely 

severed, 
Through  stormy  waves  thy  shattered 

bark  must  go, 
And    dimly    see,    amid    the    darkness 

sinking, 
Nothing  but  heaven  above,  and  depths 

below !" 
Thus  said  the   Lord  —  and  through  a 

raging  ocean 
Of  doubts  and  fears  my  spirit  toiled  in 

vain. 
Ah !  many  a  dove  went  forth,  of  hope 

inquiring. 
But  none  with  olive  leaf  returned  again  ! 
Then  groans  of  anguish  in  my  soul 

would  rise, 
Then  tears  of  bitterness   o'erflowed 

my  eyes ! 
But  through  the  gloom  the  promised 

light  was  given, 
From  the  dark  waves  I  could  look  up  to 

heaven : 
Is  this  Thy  will,  good  Lord  ? — the  strife 

is  o'er, 
Thy  servant  weeps  no  more. 

"  Thou  shalt  find  kindred  hearts,  in  love 
united, 
And  with  them  in  the  wilderness  rejoice. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  139 

Yet  stand  prepared,  each  gentle  tie  un- 
twining, 
To  separate,  at  my  commanding  voice." 
Thus  said  the  Lord — He   gave,  as  He 

had  promised — 
How  many  a  loving  heart  has  met  my 

own ! 
But,  ever   must   the   tender  bonds  be 

broken, 
And  each  go  forwards,  distant  and  alone  ! 
Then  sighs  of  sorrow  in  my  soul  would 

rise, 
Then  tears  of  anguish  overflowed  my 

eyes ! — 
But  Thou  hast  known  the  bitter  parting 

day, 
From  the  beloved  John    hast  turned 

away — 
Is  this  Thy  will,  good  Lord  ? — the  strife 

is  o'er, 
Thy  servant  weeps  no  more. 

Mowes. 

These  stanzas  were  written  by  the  devoted  pastor,  Hein- 
rich  Moewes,  in  1832,  when  obliged  by  illness  to  resign  th% 
ministerial  office. 


140  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

A.  PASTOR'S    PARTING  WORDS. 

"To  me  to  live  is  Christ,  and  to  die  is  gain." — Phil.  1 :41. 
"Mekit  Ihr's,  Freunde  1     Mein  Auge  wird  muede.** 

Hear  me,  my  friends!   the    hour  has 

come, 
Soon  I  must  leave  you,  and  hasten  home ; 
Then,  ere  our  Father  shall  call  me  to 

rest, 
Hear  my  last  wishes,  my  last  request. 

When  my  last  moments  on  earth  draw 

near, 
When  my  own  voice  you  no  longer  hear, 
Then  gather  round  me,  and  sing  the  song 
We  have  sung  together  and  loved  so 

long. 

Sing  of  His  love,  who  has  died  to  save, 
Him  who  has  entered  and  spoiled  the 

grave ; 
Sing  with  glad  accents  and  grateful  heart, 
Sing  till  my  spirit  in  peace  depart. 

Fold  my  cold  hands  on  my  quiet  breast, 
Close  my  tired  eyelids  in  gentle  rest, 
One  farewell  kiss  of  affection  take — ■ 
Leave  me  to  slumber  till  Christ  shall 
awake. 


LAND    OF    LUTHER.  141 

To  our  last  dwelling-place  bear  me  along 
With  sweetest  music  of  chimes  and  song ; 
There  let  the  evergreen  branches  wave, 
And  bright  flowers  blossom  around  my 
grave. 

Though  a  long  darkness  has  veiled  my 

eyes, 
Still  let  them  look  to  the  eastern  skies ; 
There,  where    the   Morning    Star  rose 

bright, 
Jesus,  the  Sun  of  our  darkest  night. 

Carve  but  these  words  on  the  simple 

stone, 
M  Living  and  dying,  of  Jesus  alone 
Ever  he  spoke  to  the  Church  beneath  ; 
Sweet  to  him,   therefore,  was   life  and 

death." 

"When  ye  revisit  the  peaceful  spot, 
Come  with  soft  tears  and  with  tender 

thought ; 
Look  up  to  heaven  in  hope  and  prayer  — 
Jesus  again  will  unite  us  there  1 

Mowes. 


142  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


BE    THOU   MY   FRIEND. 


"  Henceforth,  1  call  you  not  servants,  but  I  have  called 
you  friends." — John  15  :  15. 


"Set  du  mem  Freund,  und  schau  in  meine  Brust.' 

Be  Thou  my  Friend,  and  look  upon  my 
heart, 
Lord  Jesus,  Son  of  man  ! 
Each  seed  of  good  or  ill  that  there  has  part 
Do  Thou  in  mercy  scan. 
The  burning  springs  there  lurking, 

0  Lord !  Thou  canst  control, 
And  each  wild  passion,  working 
Within  my  sinful  soul. 

In  mortal  weakness,  once  was  veiled  Thy 
might, 
Light  of  Eternal  Day  ! 
Before  Thee  lay  temptation's  dreary  fight, 
f  And  yet,  Thou  wentst  that  way  ! 

And  Thou  couldst  weep  with  sorrow, 

Or  share  our  bridal  mirth, 
And  yet  no  tarnish  borrow 
From  this  polluted  earth. 

Beneath  Thy  feet  the  realms  of  earth  were 
spread, 
All  bathed  in  golden  gloss ; 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  143 

One  word  had  laid  their  crowns  upon  Thy 
head, 
Yet,  Thou  couldst  choose  the  cross ! 
And  from  Thy  throne  descending, 
Couldst  take  the  pilgrim's  path, 
And  with  Thy  hosts  attending, 
Couldst  die  a  murderer's  death  ! 

How  the  world  hated  Thee,  and  vengeance 
hurled 
Against  Thee,  great  Unknown  ! 
How  Thou  didst  love  this  poor  and  blinded 
world, 
And  bought  her  for  Thine  own  ! 
Her  arrows  pierced  through  Thee, 

From  cruel,  willing  hands  ; 
Yet  Thou  wouldst  draw  her  to  Thee 
With  loving,  gentle  bands. 

Thou  hast  returned,   all  pure  and  holy, 
home, 
My  Brother,  and  my  Lord  ! 
And  when  with  trembling  to  Thy  throne  I 
come, 
My  Refuge  is  Thy  word. 
There,  by  Thine  arm  fast  holding, 

And  hidden,  by  Thy  grace, 

Within  Thy  robes  deep  folding, 

Let  me  behold  God's  face. 


144  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

Yes !  be  my  Friend,  and  look  upon  my  heart, 

On  all  that's  hidden  there  ; 
The  deeper  guilt  that  stings  me  with  its  dart, 
The  unknown  sins  I  bear, 
The  passions  that  distress  me, 

Let  Thy  pure  presence  slay ; 
The  sorrows  that  oppress  me 
Before  Thee  flee  away. 

Oh  !  shine  upon  me  with  Thy  holy  light, 

When  gathering  gloom  I  see, 
And  leave  me  not  in  tribulation's  night, 
But  send  sweet  peace  to  me ! 
The  chains  of  sin  dissever, 

Blind  fancy's  wildest  play  ; 
Then,  then,  my  Lord,  forever 

Take  grief  and  sin  away !      Lange. 


AS    THOU    WILT. 

"  Tbb  will  of  the  Lord  be  done."— Acts  21 :  14. 
"  Wis  Gott  will !  also  will  ich  sagen." 

As  Thou  wilt,  my  God  !  I  ever  say ; 

"What  Thou  wilt  is  ever  best  for  me  ; 
What  have  I  to  do  with  earthly  care, 

Since  to-morrow  I  may  leave  with  Thee  f 
Lord,  Thou  knowest,  I  am  not  my  own, 
All  my  hope  and  help  depend  on  Thee  alone. 


LAND   OP   LUTHER.  143 

As  Thou  wilt !  still  I  can  believe  ; 

Never  did  the  word  of  promise  fail. 
Faith  can  hold  it  fast,  and  feel  it  sure, 
Though    temptations  cloud    and    fears 
assail. 
Why  art  thou  disquieted,  0  my  soul  ? 
When  thy  Father  knows,  and  rules  th« 
whole. 

As  Thou  wilt !  still  I  can  endure  ; 

Patiently  my  daily  cross  can  bear ; 
Why  should  I  complain,  a  pardoned  child, 

If  the  children's  portion  here  I  share  ? 
As  Thou  wilt,  my  Father  and  my  God  ! 
I  can  drink  the  cup,  and  kiss  the  rod. 

As  Thou  wilt !  still  I  can  hope  on. 

Sunshine  may  return  when  storms  havf 
past ; 
Thine  All-seeing  Eye  of  sleepless  love 

Watches  o'er  my  path  from  first  to  last 
When  Thou  wilt,  upon  the  desert  plain 
Springs  may  rise  anew,  and  rivers  flow 
again. 

As  Thou  wilt !  all  life's  journey  through, 

To  Thy  will  my  own  I  would  resign ; 
If  on  earth  I  have  but  little  store, 

Be  it  so !   all  heaven  shall  be  mine  ; 
Or  if  but  Thyself,  my  God,  art  given, 
Nothing  more  I  need,  or  ask  in  earth  or 
heaven. 
10 


146  HYMNS  FROM  THE 

As  Thou  wilt !  when  Thine  hour  has  come, 
Let  Thy  servant,  Lord,  in  peace  depart ; 

Good  it  is  to  love  and  serve  Thee  here, 
Better  to  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 

When,  or  where,  or  how  the  call  may  be, 

It  will  not  come  too  early  or  too  late  for  me. 

As  Thou  wilt,  0  Lord  !  I  ask  no  more. 

With  the  promise,  Faith  pursues  her  way ; 
Patience  can  endure  through  sorrow's  night, 
Hope  can  look  beyond  to  heaven's  own 
day, 
Lovo  can  wait,  and  trust,  and  labor  still ; 
Life  and  death  shall  be,  according  to  Thy 
will !  Neumeister. 


SABBATH  HYMN. 

.  WAS  in  the  Spirit  on  the  Lord's  day."— Ret.  1 :  10, 
■  Zbige  Dich  uns  ohne  Huelle." 

Lord,  remove  the  veil  away, 
Let  us  see  Thyself  to-day ! 
Thou  who  earnest  from  on  high, 
For  our  sins  to  bleed  and  die, 
Help  us  now  to  cast  aside 
All  that  would  our  hearts  divide, 
With  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Let  Thy  living  Church  be  one. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  147 

Oh  !  from  earthly  cares  set  free, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee  ! 
May  our  cares  and  conflicts  cease 
In  the  calm  of  Sabbath  peace, 
That  Thy  people,  here  below, 
Something  of  the  bliss  may  know, 
Something  of  the  rest  and  love 
In  the  Sabbath-home  above. 

From  beyond  the  grave's  dark  night 
What  mild  radiance  meets  my  sight  f 
Softly  stealing  on  the  ear, 
What  strange  music  do  I  hear ! 
'Tis  the  golden  crowns  on  high, 
'Tis  the  chorus  of  the  sky  ! 
Lord,  Thy  sinful  child  prepare 
For  a  place  and  portion  there. 

Give  my  soul  the  spotless  dress 
Of  Thy  perfect  righteousness  ; 
Then  at  length,  a  welcome  guest, 
I  shall  enter  to  the  feast, 
Take  the  harp  and  raise  the  song, 
All  Thy  ransomed  ones  among  ; 
Earthly  cares  and  sorrows  o'er, 
Joys  to  last  for  evermore  ! 

Klopstock 


148  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


WHAT   PLEASES    GOD. 

**  Whatsoever  the  Lord  pleipf  d,  that  did  ho  in  hearer,  *■• 
In  earth,  in  the  seas,  and  all  deep  places." — Psalm  135:  6. 

"  Was  Gott  gefaellt,  mein  fi  ommes  Kind." 

What  God  decrees,  child  of  His  love, 
Take  patiently,  though  it  may  prove 
The  storm  that  wrecks  thy  treasure  here, 
Be  comforted !  thou  needst  not  fear 
What  pleases  God. 

The  wisest  will  is  God's  own  will ; 
Rest  on  this  anchor,  and  be  still ; 
For  peace  around  thy  path  shall  flow, 
When  only  wishing  here  below 
What  pleases  God. 

The  truest  heart  is  God's  own  heart, 
Which  bids  thy  grief  and  fear  depart ; 
Protecting,  guiding,  day  and  night, 
The  soul  that  welcomes  here  aright 
What  pleases  God. 

Oh !  could  I  sing,  as  I  desire, 
My  grateful  voice  should  never  tire, 
To  tell  the  wondrous  love  and  power, 
Thus  working  out,  from  hour  to  hour, 
What  pleases  God. 


LAND   OP   LUTHER.  149 

The  King  of  kings,  He  rules  on  earth, 
He  sends  us  sorrow  here,  or  mirth, 
He  bears  the  ocean  in  His  hand  ; 
And  thus  we  meet,  on  sea  or  land, 
What  pleases  God. 

His  Church  on  earth  He  dearly  loves, 
Although  He  oft  its  sin  reproves ; 
The  rod  itself,  His  love  can  speak, 
He  smites  till  we  return  to  seek 
What  pleases  God. 

Then  let  the  crowd  around  thee  seize 
The  joys  that  for  a  season  please, 
But  willingly  their  paths  forsake, 
And  for  thy  blessed  portion  take 
What  pleases  God. 

Art  thou  despised  by  all  around  ? 
Do  tribulations  here  abound? 
Jesus  will  give  the  victory, 
Because  His  eye  can  see  in  thee 
What  pleases  God. 

Thy  heritage  is  safe  in  heaven : 

There,  shall  the  crown  of  joy  be  given  ; 

There,   shalt  thou  hear,  and  see,  and 

know, 
As  thou  couldst  never  here  below, 

What  pleases  God. 

Gerhardt. 


150  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


AT    LAST. 


u  For  surely  there  is  an  end  ;  and  thine  expectation  •haH 
«ot  he  cut  off."— Phot.  23  :  18. 


"Zuletzt  geht's  wohl." 

At  last  all  shall  be  well  with  those,  His 
own, 
Whom  Christ  from  sin  and  Satan  has 

made  free ; 
At  last  shall  come  the  year  of  jubilee, 
The  time  of  rest,  when  all  their  fears 
are  flown. 

At  last  shall  come  the  glory  and  reward, 
When  we  have  stood  the  world's  re- 
proach and  loss, 
When  faith  and  love  have   meekly 
borne  the  cross, 
And  the  good  servants  are  made  like 
their  Lord. 

At  last  the  soldier  shall    receive    his 
crown, 
Brought  from  the  field,  home  to  his 

fatherland ; 
Forever  in  a  peaceful  lot  to  stand, 
His  foes  all  vanquished,  and  his  arms 
laid  down. 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  151 

At  last  the  water  shall  be  turned  to  wine, 
And  all  the  marriage  guests,  in  bliss 

above, 
The  wonders  trace  of  God's  redeeming 
love, 
Hi3  counsels  all  fulfilled,  and  plan3  di- 
vine. 

At  last,  not  yet,  into  the  heavenly  rest 
The  Lord  shall  lead  His  saints,  and 

give  them  there, 
Made  like  the  angels,  angel  joys  to 
share, 
Ever  with   Him  and  with  each  other 
blest. 

At  last,  not  yet; — 0  weary  heart,   be 
still! 
Trust  to  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  and 

thy  Friend, 
Who  chastens  now,  but  loves  unto 
the  end. 
So  be  it,  Lord !  good  is  Thy  holy  will. 
C.  A.  Berxsteip. 


152  HYMNS  FROM  THE 


THE    GEAVEYAKD. 


"\VgEP  ye  not  for  the  dead,  neither  bemoan  biuv." -J« 
83:  10. 

"  Ich  weiss  ein  stilles,  liebes  Land." 


I  know  a  sweet  and  silent  spot, 

And  gladly  there  I  stay, 
Though  many  near  me  heed  it  not, 

Or  wish  it  far  away. 

'Tis  but  a  narrow  strip  of  land, 

Hedged  in,  and  decked  with  flowers ; 

Yet  all  round  it  tokens  stand, 
Of  other  world  than  ours. 

These  little  mounds  men  scarcely  see, 
Nor  dream  of  gold  concealed  ; 

But  they  are  precious  mines  to  me, 
Where  treasures  vast  are  sealed. 

Here,  as  beside  some  boundary-stone, 

The  child  of  troubled  time 
Looks  upward,  where  his  friends  are 
gone, 

And  seeks  their  brighter  clime. 


LAND   OF  LUTHER.  153 

Here,  I  have  gathered  strength  and  light 

For  all  my  future  way ; 
Here,  faith  is  nearly  turned  to  sight, 

And  night  almost  to  day. 

And  not  afar,  I  see  the  day 
Which  daily  draws  more  near, 

When  passing  friends  shall  pause,   and 
say, 
"Our  brother's  grave  is  here!" 

But  I'll  have  journeyed,  glad  and  free, 

Far  from  this  silent  spot, 
While  leaving  to  its  sanctuary 

What  other's  hands  have  brought ; 

And  in  my  Father's  happy  land 
Have  met  my  own  once  more, 

Where  we  shall  scarcely  understand 
Why  we  have  wept  before. 

Lakgi. 


164  HYMNS   FROM   THE 


FUaTEKAIi   HYMN. 

"  Tbew  shall  the  dust  return  to  the  earth  as  it  was ;  ar 
the  spirit  shall  return  to  God  who  gave  it." — Eoolbs.  12  : 

"  Lebwohl  !  die  Erde  wartet  dein." 

Beloved  and  honored,  fare  thee  well  I 
Go  in  thy  last  long  home  to  dwell ; 
Softly  our  loving  hands  prepare 
Thy  narrow  bed — sleep  softly  there ! 

Love  looks  below,  with  weeping  eyes, 
Where  her  long-cherished  treasure  lie8. 
Our  sweet  companionship  is  o'er, 
Our  pilgrim  friend  returns  no  more ! 

Earth  takes  her  own — this  mortal  frame; 
Eternity  her  part  shall  claim  ; 
And  so  we  say,  in  humble  trust, 
The  soul  to  God — the  dust  to  dust. 

Then,  looking  up  through  sorrow's  night, 
We  trace  the  spirit's  homeward  flight ; 
The  Prince  of  Life  has  marked  that  road, 
Through  the  dark  valley,  home  to  God. 

Where  once  the  Master  lowly  lay, 
Let  the  tired  servant  rest  to-day, 
And  in  the  Father's  house  above 
Forever  share  his  Master's  love. 


LAND    0F    LUTHER.  155 

Thanks  for  thy  joy,  all  danger  past! 
Thanks  for  our  own  good  hope  at  last ! 
"Weeping  endureth  for  a  night, 
Joy  cometh  with  the  morning  light. 

Lord,  will  that  morning  soon  appear  ? 
May  our  own  summons  now  be  near? 
Shall  sorrow  soon  be  past  and  gone  ? 
Thy  will  be  done  !  Thy  will  be  done ! 

Only  prepare  us,  all  Thy  will 
Gladly  to  suffer,  or  fulfill ; 
Then  call  us  to  Thy  heavenly  rest, 
"With  thee,  and  with  our  brother  blest 
F.  Sachse. 


MINISTERING  ANGELS. 


"Uh  die  Erd'  und  urn  ihr  Kinder." 

Round  this  earth,  and  round  her  children, 

Floats  a  spirit  laud  unseen  ; 
When  our  earthly  course  is  ended, 

When  the  veil  shall  rise  between, 
When  we  cross  this  mortal  threshold, 

When  we  take  our  heavenward  way, 
Angel  brothers  shall  uphold  us — 

Brothers  of  Eternity. 


156  HYMN»    iTR03l    lUE 

God's  own  children,  pure  and  holy  t 

You  the  messengers  He  sends ; 
'Tis  an  ever  sweet  remembrance, 

That  you  are  our  guardian  friends,-*- 
That  you  watch  our  life-long  journey, 

That,  unseen,  you  oft  are  near, 
Holy  thoughts  and  deeds  to  strengthen, 

Or  to  dry  the  mourner's  tear. 

Who  would  not  retreat  in  terror 

From  the  evil  yet  undone ; 
Who  not  turn  with  shame  and  mourn- 
ing, 

From  the  evil  course  begun  ? 
Who  would  e'er  be  found  forgetful 

Of  his  calling  and  his  vow, 
If  the  thought  had  only  risen, 

" Angels  are  among  us  now?" 

Rise,  my  soul,  in  heart  to  meet  them, 

When  this  earth  would  chain  thee 
fast; 
Rise  among  these  free-born  spirits, 

When  her  coils  are  round  thee  cast. 
Be  courageous,  'tis  thy  journey 

Out  of  darkness  into  light ; 
God  and  angels  are  around  thee, 

Tremble  not,  but  rise  and  fight. 

Spsru 


LAND   OF   LUTHER.  15? 


THE    MIDNIGHT    CRY. 


"A«n>  what  I  say  unto  you,  I  say  unto  all,  Watch."— 
Mask  13  :  37. 


"  Der  Herr  bricht  ein,  u:n  Mitternacht." 

The  Lord  shall  come  in  dead  of  night, 

When  all  is  stillness  round ; 
How  happy  they  whose  lamps  are  bright, 

Who  hail  the  trumpet's  sound ! 

How  blind  and  dead  the  world  appears  I 
How  deep  her  slumbers  are  ! 

Still  dreaming  that  the  day  she  fears 
Is  distant  and  afar  ! 

Who  spends  his  day  in  holy  toil  ? 

His  talent  used  aright, 
That  he  may  haste,  with  heavenly  spoL 

To  meet  his  Lord  that  night  ? 


Are  ye  arousing  from  their  sleep, 
The  saints  who  dare  to  rest, 

And  calling  every  one  to  keep 
A  watch  more  true  and  blest  ? 


158  HYMNS   FROM   THE 

Wake  up,  my  heart  and  soul,  anew, 
Let  sleep  no  moment  claim ; 

But  hourly  watch,  as  if  ye  knew 
This  night  the  Master  came. 

The  Lord  shall  come  in  dead  of  night, 
When  all  is  stillness  round ; 

How  happy  they  whose  lamps  are  bright 
Who  hail  the  trumpet's  sound ! 

ZlNZENDORFi 


FOREVER  -WITH    THE   LORD. 

"And  so  shall  we  ever  be  with  the  Lcrd."  -1  Thess.  4 :  17. 
"  Wib  werden  bei  dem  Herrn  seyn  allezeit." 

0  sweet  home-echo  on  the  pilgrim's  way, 
Thrice  welcome  message  from  a  land  of 
light ! 
As  through  a  clouded  sky  the  moonbeams 
stray, 
So  on  Eternity's  deep  shrouded  night 
Streams  a  mild  radiance,  from  that  cheer- 
ing word, 
1  So  shall  we  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 


LAND    OF   LUTHER.  159 

At  home  with  Jesus !  He  who  went  before, 
For  His  own  people  mansions  to  prepare  ; 
The  soul's  deep  longings  stilled,  its  con- 
flicts o'er, 
All    rest    and    blessedness  with  Jesua 
there. 
What  home  like  this  can  the  wide  earth 
afford  ? 
"  So  shall  we  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 

With  Him  all  gathered!    to  that  blessed 
home, 
Through  all  its  windings,  still  the  path- 
way tends ; 
While  ever  and  anon  bright  glimpses  come 
Of  that  fair  city  where  the  journey  ends. 
Where  all  of  bliss  is  centred  in  one  word, 
"  So  shall  we  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 

Here,  kindred  hearts  are  severed  far  and 
wide, 

By  many  a  weary  mile  of  land  and  sea, 
Or  life's  all-varied  cares,  and  paths  divide ; 

But  yet  a  joyful  gathering  shall  be, 
The  broken  links  repaired,  the  lost  restored, 

"  So  shall  we  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 

And  is  there  ever  perfect  union  here  ? 
Ah  !  daily  sins,  lamented  and  confest, 


160  LAND   OF   LUTHER. 

They  come  between  us  and  the  friends 

most  dear, 

They  mar  our  blessedness  and  bre^k  our 

rest. 

With  life  we  leave  the  evils  long  deplored : 

"  So  shall  we  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 

All  prone  to  error — none  set  wholly  free 
From  the  old  serpent's  soul-ensnaring 
chain, 
The  truths  one  child  of  God  can  clearly 
see, 
He  seeks  to  make  his  brother  feel  in 
vain ; 
But  all  shall  harmonize  in  heaven's  full 
chord, 
aSo  shall  we  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 

0  blessed  promise !  mercifully  given, 
Well  may  it  hush  the  wail  of  earthly 
woe; 
O'er  the   dark  passage   to   the  gates  of 
heaven 
The  light    of    hope    and    resurrection 
throw  ! 
Thanks  for  the  blessed,  life-inspiring  word, 
uSo  shall  we  be  forever  with  the  Lord." 
Meta  Hauser. 


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